Both kids finished up their summer jobs yesterday.  Because so many lifeguards are either college students (who are starting to leave) or high school kids in marching band (who are starting to practice), they’ve had to close the pools early contrary to tradition.  But if you can’t keep lifeguards around, what can you do?  The patrons are extremely annoyed by this and do not hesitate to tell the lifeguards and concessioners about it – which is why Evan and Erin are so glad for the jobs to end.

Erin told us that the concessions began to run out several days ago and the city doesn’t want any leftovers to have to deal with.  As a result, on Saturday afternoon all they had to sell was ice (50 cents a cup!).  In fact, they let Erin go one day early because it doesn’t take more than one kid to sell cups of ice.  She was thrilled.  She had all of Sunday filled with social things before she even got home.  Her grandma complained over the phone that she hadn’t seen Erin since Easter and all we could say was “Yeah, join the club.”

Evan had to work and said that the last day was a capacity crowd.  The fact that it was about 100 degrees and school starts this week made it the last hurrah for a lot of families.  He made jokes about trying to bribe a kid to puke in the pool and force a shutdown so he could come home but he values a dollar as much as the next college student and so he worked the rest of the day.  Although they did have to call the police on an unruly mother who was annoyed about the pool closing early this year.  The standard litmus test for the calling of police is “do you feel threatened by the patron?” but the lifeguard who handled it had to admit that no, having a fun-noodle waved at him was not really all that threatening but that the foul language made the decision.  I guess there’s also a rule against blasting profanity.  If I were a cop, I’d love that kind of call because you could almost guarantee that you would not get shot at from some concealed weapon.

It doesn’t feel like the end of summer to me though.  It’s still hotter than the hubs of hell and it’s not yet Labor Day.  That’s what defines the end of summer for me.  But this Wednesday, Erin will be off to the BIG high school and on Saturday, we’ll drive Evan (or more specifically, Evan’s stuff) back to Fayetteville for his sophomore year.  Sometimes I feel sad for a moment at these junctures but not for very long.  There’s still too much going on to get morose about the chicks leaving the nest. 

Check back with me when they get married and move away for good.