This is the time of year when family schedules really start running headfirst into each other — especially if you have teenagers in the house.
Summer jobs, sporting events, camps, church commitments and more start stacking up like 747s on the radar at O’Hare.
Things get easier to deal with once you’ve gotten used to the schedule for a couple weeks. But at the start of the summer, dust’s flying in all directions.
Even the Blumenau family of Stamford, Conn., as Teutonic, organized and businesslike as any family out there, was not immune to the occasional conflict.
My dad has at least two major commitments — a senior prom, and a gig as a performing musician (the “Yale job” on the 17th). I believe the name “Waterman,” on both days, is a reference to the family that hired my dad for the gig.
The “award assembly” might be my dad’s as well, as he was a graduating high school senior at the time, and high school seniors usually get together for a night to get awards thrown at them. God only knows what my dad would have won, but there was something, probably.
My aunt, in contrast, has only one event — a retreat of some sort. However, she is clearly bent on attending, and on making sure her one commitment is not overshadowed by anyone else’s.
You have to do that sometimes in a family setting, especially when you’re the younger sibling. (And when you’re too young to drive yourself anywhere.)
I assume everyone got where they were going that Friday and Saturday night in 1961. My dad wouldn’t have missed his senior prom or a professional musical obligation. And it looks like my aunt would have scorched earth if she’d missed her retreat.
As the start of summer looms, here’s wishing everyone luck coordinating their family calendars, and hoping September comes without a single social obligation, sports game or work shift at the mall missed.