Summer is officially here. Ick.
I have never been a big fan of summer – even as a kid. I was that geeky kid that hated to miss any school. I loved class and I loved my friends and summer just seemed to take all of that away for far too long.
I grew up at the coast of North Carolina. It was always hot. “Africa hot” as Eugene said in Biloxi Blues.
When I moved up north, I was under the impression that it would be cooler. In fact, my relatives constantly worried that I’d freeze to death. All of them knew some blizzard horror story from somebody up north. Some part of some person’s body inevitably got so cold that it fell off and wolves ate it – you know, that kind of drama.
I forgot to get the skinny on the summer horror stories.
So, now I live more than 500 miles north of where I used to. And it is two degrees warmer here than there.
Blech.
The heat just makes everybody crabby. No one sleeps well. You start sweating as you leave the house. Cooking is a chore. Even the dog is unhappy.
I have been desperately trying to think of things to like about summer. I’ve stopped at water ice.
My one solace? Just 85 days until fall.
