Did I say I liked summer?

Welcome to August. Now we have officially reached us some “dog days.” The thermometer has more or less been hovering near the 90-degree or higher mark for some time, and my grass has gotten to the point where the manual addition of water will be required to keep it from becoming as brown and crunchy as a bowl of Raisin Bran just before getting hit with the 2%. Two ounces of milk in raisin bran, though, instantly yields cold sludge with hard purple bonus nuggets. In contrast, the application of 600 gallons of water to my lawn usually has no apparent effect.

It’s almost as if the water is going being teleported somewhere. Perhaps the aliens are stealing it. I’m not sure why they’d want the water from my yard, but I suppose it’s possible they’re a bunch of practical jokers.

It’s just as well this way; I don’t much like it when my grass grows anyhow.

So where was I? Ah, yes. I believe I’ve officially reached that point with summer that you typically get at the 17th day of a three-week in-home visit from extend family. Sure, you love them all, even stinky Uncle Stinky, and that first week when you’re visiting all the local museums and dining at all the key hometown restaurants is great. But then you slide into that second week and start struggling to come up with ways in which to entertain your guests, short of passing a bottle of tequila. This is usually about the same time that their kids start finger painting with pudding on your family room walls and you notice that someone…you wouldn’t dare say who…but someone always seems to forget when they shower somebody has to actually pay for all that water, and yes, forty-five minutes of continuous shower steam isn’t really good for wallpaper…or dry wall. Oh, and all that steam means it’s a cold shower for you, my boy.

Yeah, so by the time you reach the midway point of that third week, sure, you still love your darling extended family, but if they don’t hit the road and let you get back to your normal routine soon, someone is going to get hurt.

That’s pretty much where I am with summer. I do realize that in the beginning, roughly May-ish, it was all sunshine, rainbows, and fabulous trips
to the pool. But I’m tired of being hot and sticky when I get home from work. I’d like to walk outside and not immediately feel the need to replace my entire outfit with something less damp. The damnable shame of it all is that I’ve still got about two months of 80+ degree weather coming this way. After that, if I’m lucky, we’ll get 6.33 days of moderate weather before it becomes cold enough to freeze a bull’s nuts solid.

Nobody wants that.

Maybe I should consider moving someplace that isn’t just polar extremes of hot and cold. There are places in the US where you average temperature is something moderate, right? Where are those places? San Francisco? New England? I dunno. I sure would like some ideas though, because I’ve had enough of this crap.

I’m going to go stare lovingly at my fall jacket and think fondly of the first day it’ll brisk enough to make my nose run, just a little. Of course, I’ll probably be sweating as I do it. Wake me when it’s mid-October.



Weekend Checklist

  • Friday – Cincinnati Zoo plus writing
    • Took kids to the zoo; spent much more time finding Wolf Woods than expected: check
    • Located Wolf Woods in time to get The Attitude home for late afternoon nap: check

      Seriously, Wolf Woods was on our must see list the moment we walked into the park. Unfortunately, they don’t make it all that easy to find. Turns out you have to enter the Children’s Zoo in order to see either the Mexican Wolf or Grey Fox.

    • Got home from the zoo around lunchtime and spent the afternoon completing chapter 13: umm…
    • Renewed pinkish hue of skin tone after 6 hours at the zoo: check

      I picked up some serious sun last week during the Great Golf Adventure of Aught-Ten. Enough, in fact, that my ears were peeling this week. Yes, I know it’s disgusting. But honestly, everyone likes the peeling off portion of the sunburn. Not everyone will admit it. I’ll keep it real, though

    • Took advantage of the less dedicated writing time to think more about chapter 13 than write it: check

      This might seem like a bad thing, but it isn’t. I’ve been struggling because what I wanted to happen in this chapter wasn’t quite right. I was sure about the expected end result, but wasn’t so sure how to get there. But then, as is common, the characters did what they wanted to do, which turned out Just Right.

    • Decided to watch Clash of the Titans on downloaded pay-per-view: partial check

      Fell asleep half-way through. Not because the movie was bad, I’m just old and lame.

  • Saturday – Writing, writing, writing
    • Sequestered in my office, I spent all day pounding on my keybord: Epic Fail!
    • Took the older two boys to ice skating lessons: check

      Sometimes you just have to do “Dad stuff” and writing has to wait.

    • After lessons, made in impromptu, unscheduled stop at Skyline for lunch: check

      Hmmm….yummy Skyline.

    • Squeezed in some preliminary work on chapter 13 in during naptime: check

      Not enough words, not enough progress.

    • Feeling a little stress from blowing the day’s writing goal, so decided to skip additional writing in favor of spending the evening at the Swim Club: check

      A chorus of resounding cheers was sounded from the Kid Faction. It’s always okay to skip working to get the Resounding Cheer of Puddinlings.

    • Got home from the pool; put kids to bed; scorned writing again because Clash of the Titans pay-per-view was going to expire at midnight so finished movie instead: check

      Come on, I spent good money on it. And it was an OK movie. Perhaps an Official Review will follow. Regardless, I was entertained.

  • Sunday: Writing, Birthday fun, hockey
    • Got up early with the kids: check
    • Left them to their own devices and starting writing: well…not really.
    • Accomplished a myriad of Puddinette-approved home projects instead: check
    • Finally did some work on Chapter 13: check

      And I was actually happy with it at the end (yay!)

    • Grilled and consumed Epic Ribeyes for birthday celebratin’ at Mom and Dad’s: check
    • Left Mom and Dad’s too early because I had a hockey game: check
    • Won said hockey game: check

It was a good weekend. I’m tired now. Buenas noches!