Saturday, August 28, 2010

Who stole my summer, dude?

by Lorraine Bartlett / Lorna Barrett / L.L. Bartlett

Long hot summer After a long cold miserable winter, I so look forward to a long, WARM summer.  Well, we got warm this year.  Very warm.  Very, VERY warm.  And muggy.  And those hot muggy days went on week after week, month after month. 

I hate that.  If you're lucky (?) you have central air conditioning, which makes you a virtual prisoner in your house, because if you dare step outside your hair instantly frizzes and you break into a sweat, and those wet moons under your armpits just aren't that attractive.

So it was a bit of a shock when we had a gray weekend that morphed into a cool week.  A week that required a sweater.  Even the air took on a new scent:  fall. Fall meansNew shoes school.  School always filled me with DREAD.  The pinch of new, not-broken-in shoes, a shopping trip to buy notebooks, pens and new clothes.

But fall and school are locked together in my brain and I found myself cleaning my office, getting read for ... something.  I mean, I haven't been to school in decades (and we won't get into how many that is).  I consolidated boxes of books and bookmarks, stowed away the stuff I've been accumulating for next year's Malice Domestic charity baskets, and may even break out the vacuum.

Autumn leaf It's the changing of the seasons and I'm really not ready for it, simply because I've spent almost the entire summer INSIDE.  I've been writing, and revising, and working on blogs (four of them!) and I haven't had much of a chance to sit back and relax and do anything fun.

In other words, I want my summer back, because that long, cold, lonely winter is right around the corner.

Did this summer go too fast for you, too?