I love summer. I look forward to it from December 26th all the way through to about now. Well maybe a week ago.
In the middle of winter I dream of summer. Of not having to dress in layers, or warm up the car, or put gas in the tank. And by the way, what ever happened to ‘full service’ gas stations? Never mind. If they still had those around how much more would a gallon cost?
Anyhoo, I count down the months, then weeks, and finally days, until summer begins. At last it is here. I break out the sandals, shorts and tank tops. Patio furniture is moved from the garage to the back yard. The pool gets filled and the garden planted.
And then the work fun begins. Barbeques, get togethers and parties. Keeping the house clean; the grass cut; the pool vacuumed; the garden weeded; and the dog poop, scooped. Having clean beach towels, cool drinks (i.e. beer…and plenty of it) and snacks always on hand.
When I was younger I looked forward to summer. No school. Day after day of hanging out with friends. Sleepovers in the middle of the week. It was one big, three month long, party. It was…Summer Vacation!
Well it’s still one big, three month long, party; only I still have to go to work. It’s not day after day of hanging out with friends; it’s every weekend of having company over or having some party to go to. The sleepovers are no longer in the middle of the week but on the weekend. And, for me, summer is no longer synonymous with vacation.
So, now I am counting the months, the weeks, and days ‘til the end. And as I did when I was a kid on ‘vacation’, I’ll be asking, “Are we there yet?”