A Day Filled With Sunshine
HERE WE ARE MOVING INTO MID AUGUST and we are having a very “Late September Day.” The sky is a blue canopy and the sun is shining.
When I got up this morning the temperature was in the mid 50s. I actually wore a light hoodie when I went for coffee at the Chapel of St. Arbucks. There were school busses driving around, getting ready for the resumption of classes next Monday. Yes, it was all very Autumnal.
But…but… I’m not ready for summer to be over.
I like summer. It’s my favorite season – other than Baseball Season. I like the higher temperatures. Some call it Hot, but to me it is comfortably warm.
It is in summer that we celebrate and remember the nation’s birth as well as mine. I know that all those fireworks are really there for me, just a day late.
It is in summer when it becomes permissible to sit outside and eat with your fingers. There are foods that we eat only in summer even though they might be available year round. I don’t know anybody who eats watermelon in winter, other than some radical chic caterers who are trying to get their own series on the Food Channel. At anyplace north of St. Louis no one barbecues after the start of football season other than as a part of tailgating or tragic necessity after the double-wide was “repo’d.”
Water Parks and other amusement venues start to cut back, or even shut down, once school starts. Save all that Cotton Candy for next summer.
Let’s face it!
Its summer or nothing for millions of civilized people, as well as for those folks in New York City and North Hollywood. Summer is the way to go. Summer is what it’s all about.
Summer is what blue skies and warm weather were created for.
As I listened to the Weather – Bunny on channel two this morning say that today was going to be nine degrees cooler than yesterday I admit that I shuddered a bit. However, she lifted my spirits when she said that it would be warmer tomorrow. I smiled and absolved her.
What can I say – I’m a summer kind of guy.
Summer = Krafty
Winter = Cruella DeVille
Spring = The Bubbly Weather-Bunny on channel two who is too perky to live.
Fall = The guy who checks the anti-freeze in the car and anybody but Joe Buck doing the coverage of the Baseball Playoffs.
You can see that those other seasons have hazards attached, but summer has – me, and I’m just the guy who gets up in the morning, has coffee, kisses his wife and then cranks out 500 – 700 words six days a week.
There is no competition. Summer wins hands down.
Tomorrow morning I hope to wake up (that’s first and foremost, thank you, Lord.) and hear the Weather Bunny verbally trip and stumble her way through the forecast of a warm and sunny day with temperatures in the mid to high 80s. If I hear that I will toss my hoodie back into the closet, grab my loudest Hawaiian shirt and do a short Interpretive Dance of Celebration.
I only do my Interpretive Dances at home now because the last time I did one in public (at the Mall) several joy killers forced me to the floor and jammed a pencil between my teeth. Some people just have no appreciation for the Performing Arts.