Tomorrow at this time it will be the 1st of August
Summer is running away from us. I can barely breathe. I think the oxygen supply is running out. The earth is starting to rotate back out into the galaxy, further away from the sun, making our days shorten. Soon there will be a change in the season. I might completely fall apart, or simply combust.
there are not many more days to sail,
or to skip rocks.
This morning, on a local news station, the weather man was pouting and blowing his boo-hoo’s into a pansy embellished hanky while complaining to the other two news anchors about the heat. HE WAS COMPLAINING ABOUT THE HEAT! We have been blessed with 90 degree weather all month long! The high for today is forecast to be 95 and pleasantly dry, with less than 8% humidity. Sounds like heaven to me.
Must I remind Mr. Weather Man of this?
and February’s blizzard?
OK, This was beautiful,
but THIS is 95 degree heaven.
Feel the heat people, welcome the sun into your soul. awwwome, awwwome.
Good bye July. You are the best month of the year! If I could freeze dry you and divide you into little easy-lock pouches I would. Then I could pour your little freeze-dried water dissolvable bits into my green tea and drink you all winter long. I would also mix you into my coconut lotion and rub you all over my body, but perhaps that’s crossing the line.
3 Responses to “Tomorrow at this time it will be the 1st of August”
August 3rd, 2008 at 5:44 pm
Thanks for the garage sale story. Pretty unbelievable! I am collecting “nominations” for 50 blogs from 50 different states. From where do you hail? I’d like to consider you representing one of the 50. I love your profile. Very funny. Also, these pics are just awesome. My greatest fear is finding more than 1 blogger in a state that I love. That is happening with Alaska. I may have to break my own rule!
August 3rd, 2008 at 5:45 pm
hale??
August 4th, 2008 at 11:15 am
I know that exact feeling of “your” lake being invaded. I grew up in Michigan and had a cabin on a lake in Northern Michigan. We still go back every summer, but it is getting so crowded and dirty. It makes me want to scream. The only person in this world allowed to branch out and intrude on other people’s favortite things is me. and maybe you. But “they” need to stay off of our turf.