The Weekend Edition of The Morning Chalkboard for Saturday the 24th and Sunday the 25th.
On these weekends when all three of the Shepkids are in Riverside, I end up on my couch. I woke up to the pitter patter of raindrops on the gutter. Birds fighting over the next song on the juke box and from across the river, I could hear Brutus and Titus roaring out at the drizzly morning. I left a couple of nuts on my bistro table for the blue jays. They grabbed them early.
Here we are already celebrating The Memorial Day weekend. The official start to summer and the time to take a long moment to give love and thanks for those who fought for America.
I see these memes about not forgetting the American Soldier when you are grilling hotdogs and swimming in the pool.
And hell yeah, they make a valid point.
I am going to go out of my way to enjoy mustard on my hotdog, cold beer in my cooler, patriotic music on the radio, potato salad plopped on a collapsing paper plate and I'm going to shit kick with joy the love of my family.
This weekend is about thirty-three racers back home again in Indiana. It's about cleaning cobwebs out of the Weber Grill and washing out that moldy shit in your Coleman cooler. This weekend is when we tell everyone that the pool water is perfect as our chicklets chatter in the shallow end.
Fuck yes, I am grateful for the men and women who lost their lives so I can live mine. My eyes sprinkle every time I hear Taps and my heart swells when I stand tall for the National Anthem.
I want to thank the brilliant bastard that placed this great weekend where it is on the calendar. The end of school, the beginning of summer. This is the weekend to put a new Deadhead sticker on your Cadillac and buy a new pair of Wayfarers. Because, before you know it, the boys of summer will be packing up their Weber grills and Coleman coolers.
Glory, glory hallelujah, Glory, glory hallelfuckinglujah...
...his truth is marching on.
