I’m one of the few people who eagerly awaits summer and its rocketing temps.
Long, sunny days. Weekend afternoons at the pool. Fireflies in the evening.
I also enjoy the more relaxed nature of our weekday mornings. No scramble for a belt to wear with the uniform. No search for the socks needed for the mandatory closed-toe shoes. The kids just throw on shorts and flip-flops and we’re out the door in no time.
Now that I’m back on the meds, I don’t fear the coming winter months like I used to. Let’s just say I don’t handle gray, wet and gloomy very well. I’m perfectly capable of cultivating my depression without the aid of dreary winter weather.
I hate being cold. The thick clump of winter coats, hats and gloves hanging from the much-hated hall tree annoys me. And I can’t stand sweaters. They itch. And, if they’re turtlenecks, I feel like I’m suffocating.
There’s not anything I can do to stop the seasons from changing, and I really can’t afford a cattle ranch in Big Bend, where the heat is dry, days are long and sunshine is a major player.
And really, an Arkansas fall is lovely, no?
But before I bid summer ’09 farewell, let’s take a look back at some happy afternoons of old, shall we?