I Am The Third Monkey
HOW CAN THINGS LIKE THIS BE? We are officially and astronomically into Summertime, but yesterday we had a cold rain. I and everyone else got caught by surprise and this morning I feel like I have a head cold coming on.
When I say that it was a “Cold” rain I am speaking in relative terms. If this had happened in November or January we would be up to our belly buttons in snow, but now it is rain. Lots of rain. It is matched only by the volume of the Colorado river and what is pouring from my nostrils. I’m thinking of piling tiny sandbags on my mustache to control the flow.
Oh well, “This too shall pass.” Despite all of this “Snot-a-Rama” activity this is my favorite time of year. Even though at 6 AM it feels like December in my soul and my bones I know that both will warm up as the day progresses. By 5 PM it is supposed to be at about 75 degrees. I can live with that, but I can’t live without it.
We are moving into July, my favorite month. A month of fireworks, Baseball, and My Birthday. To be honest, I could do without any more of that last item. I’m willing to put everything on hold. At this point in my life my birthday is little more than a reminder of my status as a Geezer and Corpse-in-Training. I think we’ll stick to the Fireworks and Baseball parts of the July festivities.
In July people seem to be in a good mood more so than in other months. July is a time for vacations, getaways to the beach or the mountains. Picnics and July go together well. Picnics do not fare as well in February or October. July is a time to play with puppies and kittens. March is the time to get them their Distemper Shots.
As we move deeper into this month the physically fit and buff amongst us discard their T-shirts and show us what “Six pack abs” really look like. If I were to join in and shed my shirt everyone would get a peek at my “Keg Party in the Parking Lot Abs.”
Not a pretty sight.
It is in Summer – in July that so many beautiful flowers are in bloom, or maybe it’s just me finally seeing them in the bright Summer sunlight? During the rest of the year everything seems to be shrouded in gray, dulling their colors, but in Summer it all comes alive.
But not today.
The cold rain and the dense overcast feel like a heavy weight slowing me down and entice me to sleep all day. On days like this when I do get up and try to go somewhere it feels like my achy bones are slogging through leftover oatmeal. Even the slightest effort becomes a depressing task. I can’t wait for it to stop so that big yellow thing in the sky can return. It’s been awhile since I’ve seen it. I can’t really remember what it’s called.
And so, another Summer day goes into the books. Approximately 26, 665 days in my life, give or take a few that deserve being forgotten. It has been raining like there is no tomorrow – and if this keeps up – any tomorrow we do have is going to be disturbingly nautical.
Be advised, Noah… I will fight my way onto your Ark like I am the third monkey coming up the ramp.