Bad enough that my “weekend” is over, but here comes August.
If you have read this blog for any period of time, you could recall that August is quite the bittersweet month for me. I lost my Dad in 1998,and I got married in 2002.When I was a kid, my Dad always took us to the shore during the last week of August.
The best part of August, though, is the promise of fall. You can muck through the hazy, hot and humids of August and know that sometime soon the fronts will be coming and cool things off.I know my Mom always would warn me against wishing my life away, but this is one summer that I can hardly wait until the first 70 degree day comes.
The calling card of summer in the Mid-Atlantic states is that calling card of the three H’s- hazy, hot and humid.
So far,5 days in, it hasn’t ceased to fail my expectations.
The thought of walking to public transportation in the heat, coming home in the heat, hah..what’s cooking unless it’s cool?Back in the old days I’d go to the local recreation center to swim, but that’s a leisure I don’t have time for any more.
Today the girls are on their second dose of their medicine, which, hopefully, will have them feel better.
They are at home sleeping in front of the air-conditioner.If they are indeed my fur girls, we all will have gentle summer breezes on our mind, not those thunderstorms that my Zusher hates.
I’m patiently waiting on October!
On the bright side, I went past my neighbors roses this morning. It made me smile.
It’s a good thing!