The Amazon Trail: Remember summer? by Lee Lynch

I mean serious summer. When the season was all fireflies and sandcastles, ice cream trucks and taking the train to visit relatives for two whole weeks. It was hours of reading, amusement parks, and hitting tennis balls against the apartment building next door for hours. It was the public swimming pool and cool sheets for sunburns and the ice cream truck. It was freedom.

I’m not exactly sure what happened, or at what age summertime was stolen away, but it sure ain’t what it used to be.

I am not a social person and I don’t have the energy I had when I played vigorous games of handball (with myself) at the P.S. 20 playground once school let out in June. These days, an interview fries me. My summer started with 3 of them in two weeks.  The interviewers were terrific and the subjects dear to my heart. In one of them, I talked with Natasha Frost about what pulp novels meant to us.

Then some good weather came and our handyman friend spent weeks hammering and slamming doors and muttering frustrated curses at snags in his work. I can’t just ignore someone who’s giving his all to install a new toilet or dig out a dead water feature and put in a bed of Shasta daisies. But it’s kind of challenging when trying to write a book.

For those looking forward to retirement as a replay of the summers of our youths, forget about it. Even the lesbian body ages. Though I faithfully performed back exercises for a year, my leg hurts too badly to hotfoot it around the neighborhood two miles every day. Plus, I discovered a new way to hurt: pelvic arthritis. Too much dancing? Solution: a couple hours per week in physical therapy instead of writing.

In the midst of all this, my right thumb just about rolled over and died. No one can figure out what’s wrong with it, but if I don’t wear a brace, we’re talking serious pain and loss of function. So, two hours a week with the Occupational Therapist an hour away and a recommendation to see hand surgeon two hours away.

By this time, I figure I’m falling apart. I returned to the acupuncturist I hadn’t seen in ten years. Another hour plus a week. I’ve had to practically abandon my pun pals on Facebook, cut back on Twitter, switch to Google Home for news reports, and otherwise limit computer time to writing. Except for texting. Except for emails.

And then the Pine Siskins arrived. These friendly little birds are irruptive migrants—if they find free eats they chirp out the news to every Siskin for miles around and swarm feeders. No matter how much cleanup anyone does, they make a terrible mess and spread fatal Salmonella bacteria. I finally pulled the feeder.

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We’ve got a couple of trips coming up and I started to dread being a silent bump on a log yet again. I know I’m not alone when I say I can’t hear well in groups, on panels, in an audience, at restaurants. Heck, I can’t hear well at home. The word “what” was being worn out in our household, bringing on unprecedented irritability.

So down to the audiologist we went, with plans to raid a retirement fund for $6,000 hearing aids.  I wore demo hearing aids for a week and discovered I’d been guessing at words or doing the old smiling and nodding routine for years. With great disappointment we learned that the money wasn’t available.

My sweetheart, as usual, saved the day. She spent umpteen hours of research. Let me tell you about Costco, she said. It turns out that Costco’s volume buying lowers the price of what is essentially the same hearing aid to under $2,500. We became members at the executive level and applied for Costco credit cards and the price went down even more. Plus, they offer perks galore.

Like roadside assistance. Which we may need as the Costco nearest to us is an hour and a half away with no traffic. Yes, at least three trips are required till I can hear well enough for our next road adventure, when we drive to the Golden Crown Literary Conference in Las Vegas. In July. In one hundred plus degree heat.  My physical therapist says that’s demented, but she spends her vacations diving, the last time with sharks.

At this point, our handyman friend and the Pine Siskins have moved on, the house is quiet, and the rains have started again. We’re anticipating the arrival of my sweetheart’s youngest sister who we haven’t seen for five years. Oh, but the window washer had already been hired. With our high ceilings we can’t clean them ourselves and the sea salt has been accumulating for two years now.

The cat now has kidney disease on top of diabetes. I now have glaucoma. With the vet and the ophthalmologist, my calendar is more booked than Swashbuckler Frenchy Tonneau’s back in the ’60s.

We’ve been making arrangements for the conference—I started packing two months early as usual. My sweetheart’s got a car rented. Which led her to think about buying a new car. Which led to long discussions of what car and when. Can we replace her thirteen-year-old car and pay for a new roof? I assured her my fifteen-year-old Matrix will live forever. Discussions with a hearing impairment—what? What? What! I get the gadgets next week.

My sweetheart wanted to get our cars detailed for that next hundred thousand, but with appointments every day I cried uncle. She was going to cancel, but just now got home from work and has changed her mind. We’ll spend Monday ferrying each other back and forth to the car wash.

She wants to talk about new eyeglasses. I will cry uncle, aunt, and twenty-five cousins because one more straw will break this camel’s back.

The good news is that our friends Phyllis and Nancy should be in town any day with their RV. My sweetheart made fun plans for her sister’s visit which will include vineyards—I’m the designated driver—and scenic views galore. We stopped at AAA near Costco and my sweetheart plotted three-day routes to and from Vegas over the mountains, through the desert, and, knowing her, to every historical marker along the way. Our poet friend Mercedes Lewis is driving back with us to see the old west. Now that begins to sound more like summer and vacations.

Remember summer?

Copyright  Lee Lynch 2018

June 2018

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6 thoughts on “The Amazon Trail: Remember summer? by Lee Lynch

  1. I loved and related to this blog, Lee. We don’t have siskinds but we do have finches, much to the delight of Randi, our huntress-gatherer kitty. For hours on end she sits at attention under the window where Viv has attached a bird feeder. Bless her heart. Viv’s and Randi’s.
    Looking forward to seeing you and your sweetheart next week, especially now that neither you nor I use “What?” to begin most sentences. Thanks again for the smiles coaxed by your words.

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  2. Yes, summer with fireflies. Unfortunately for us, it also came with chiggers and ticks, although a certain kind of delight could be taken from devising plans and tricks to escape them. Thanks for taking me back. And bringing me forward to the arthritis-prone, PT visiting, post-surgical summer of today. You really make me smile. See you in a week.

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  3. I’ll see you at the con Lee…can’t wait to meet you. It’s great that you’ll at least hear will by then but yes, it will be hot, hot, hot.

    I don’t remember summers being anything like this when I was a kid. 80 degrees in Western PA was a hot day and called for a visit to a local swimming hole. Now, it’s routine and Vegas is well over 100. I checked at 6:00 AM when I got up Friday morning, it was 62 here in Eastern Ohio and 91 in Las Vegas…where it was just 3:00 AM!

    I remember climbing trees, building tree houses, playing hide and seek, red-rover and baseball for hours. Even if I could do that stuff with my broken body, who’d want to in this heat?

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  4. Right-thumb-itis … Oh yeah, mine is from lazy mouse-moving (the electronic kind not the rodent kind)

    Costco hearing aids!!! Yes. 😀 we never would’ve been able to afford mine otherwise. I have an app on my phone to control the volume. It only works with iphones though, (i5 series and newer) but better than the very expensive dongle (who invented that word?) alternative.

    Have a wonderful summer holiday! 😀

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