What can I say? It’s the most egregious season. There are mosquitoes, ticks and rattlesnakes. There’s heat. Summer has always made me feel that I should be DOING something I’m not, or involved in something, and I don’t know what it is. Teaching summer school was a break from the stress and it was extra $$$. But those days have passed.
I’ve always felt this way. I think it’s a reverse version of Seasonal Affective Disorder. My whole mood and attitude toward life brightens after summer is over. Fall is a happy transition into what I really like — winter. I like the cold temperatures, I don’t like yard work much and I love snow. I truly love it. I like the winter sky and the varieties in a winter landscape. Summer is just green. It’s hard to see anything through the foliage on the trees.
I suspect my dog shares my feelings. We went on a lovely walk yesterday with a friend, but at the end, Bear was beat — thirsty and tired. Later, when it spit rain a bit, began to get dark and cooled off, we were both ready to go out again. Evenings are the closest things to winter we’re going to have for a while.
Today I faced reality. I put on shorts and dragged my flip-flops out of the closet. “How old are you guys, anyway?” They didn’t answer (for which I’m grateful) but I think they’ve been around 7 years or more. The shorts are even older (good job LL Bean). And I am older, still.
Oh well. It’s just 3 months. We’ll get through.