This weather is crazy beautiful. This is summer?
Traditionally, I hate summer. Hate. I find nothing redeeming about dripping with sweat on the way to work, sitting in traffic on the way to vacation and fielding “is it a school day” questions about every five minutes.
But this summer? This summer is different. It’s not as hot. There’s a breeze. The giant mosquitoes have not descended on my home en masse. This is a summer that I can live with.
So far. Yeah, I know, I’m just setting myself up here, aren’t I?
Today, I packed a picnic lunch and moseyed over to the park with the kiddos. They played, I lounged (albeit with laptop while researching expat tax issues but still). I didn’t hate it. I didn’t want to leave the second that I arrived.
It was the second trip to the park in a week without crying. Me, that is. The kids, of course, managed to get in some quality whining on the way home both times.
I’ve checked the forecast and it doesn’t look like much will change over the next two weeks. I can only hope.
In fact, the forecast for our whitewater rafting trip next week? Just around 80 degrees and sunny. You just can’t get much better than that…
