Colorado schools let out mid June. Fourth of July signaled summer was in full swing. We celebrated at each other’s throats.
Waking up at the crack of dawn was habit for those of us on the summer swim team.
On this holiday we were awake, with no place to go. Dad doubled the chore list to promote a relaxing day, just he and Mom plus five children. My parents were hopeful idealists on holidays.
Already bored we wandered to the kitchen. Crisp sunshine cast a glow on lemon yellow walls. Four or five bangs of the screen door later, the entire herd of cats was accounted for. Friskies crunched, water lapped, they retreated to sleep spots. Their schedule uninterrupted, ours was missing.
Lethargic with free time, we moped. Maybe someone would whip up a batch of Bisquick pancakes topped with sweet and tacky Log Cabin syrup. Not a chance.
One by one the boxes of cereal tipped off the refrigerator and cluttered the table; all but Dad’s Shredded Wheat. That stuff was meant for horses.