Time sprints…

It seems as if watermelon and new keds sneaker season lasted ad infinitum. Brand new blue loose leaf folders, colored tabs to divide social studies from algebra and colorful pencil holders already?

Do you remember new commercials for Fall tv shows advertised in July? Did Ginsburgs and Wechslers sport alpacas and madras blouses so early? Do the street lights go on so much earlier now than they did back then? Father Time, slow down dude, we need to take a breath and “relish” (hello Rutts) every last barbecued hot dog.

We wonder when self help books turned into “recalibrating the soul” GPS style. Zoom class your way out of persistent mishegas? Peloton, Pilates and “we”ll stretch you” stretch clinics now replace Jane Fonda, Richard Simmons and Jazzercise.

Lululemon and Sweaty Betty updated Danskin leotards and leg warmers. Hot rock massages, bikram yoga and acupressure lead the way to mojitos, Sweetgreens Guacamole Green Salad and red velvet cupcakes. Vic tanny vibration exercise machines and pink and white stripped girdles what?

I wonder where the days of climbing the monkey bars, wearing very tight white rubber bathing caps to ward off the chlorine effects when we swam at Westmount Country Club thru the 60’s and ring dings and Twinkie’s went?

If the line was busy you called your friend back on your pink princess phone to tell her about your new baby bead bracelet and circle and lady bug pins you got to match your new Jonathan Logan outfit and black patent leather Mary Jane shoes to wear to Temple for the holidays. Run on sentence counters- that was a whopper with french fries.

So let’s hold on tightly to July. Treadmill our carvel dipped ice cream cone calories off and cherish our yesteryear memories.

We know we are blessed to have had foundations where Sly had “hot fun in the summertime,” and when the sun beat down and burnt the tar up on the roof- we could go “Under the Boardwalk,” and be confident that the Lion would sleep tonight. Oh the way Glenn Miller played- ARCHIE. Monday, Monday.