Blaugust 7: Midsummer
Now is the time when people start saying “Oh, summer’s almost over!” and of course, giving the impression (or stating outright) that they’re really bummed about it. If you go by school schedules then it’s true that summer break is over, but summer actually ends on/around September 20, so there is about a month and a half left of summer. Which is, technically, about half of summer remaining!
As a person whose schedule doesn’t actually change depending on the seasons, I think of their divisions in relation to the solstices and equinoxes. (Equinoces? If you know the actual correct plural, feel free to tell me in a comment!) None of that grade-school schedule crap remained ingrained.
And as a person whose schedule doesn’t change depending on the seasons, I don’t get especially excited about summer. I don’t have a pool to dip into whenever I feel like it and I don’t have air conditioning at home (and if I did I’d be cold all the time), and I don’t have the ability to take a nice big section of vacation days for a fun trip (I could take the days off, but since they’d be unpaid I wouldn’t have any money to go anywhere). Summer mostly means being too warm all the time, sweating a lot, and trying to make sure I put sunscreen at least over my tattoos, if not my exposed skin in general, all the time.
As it is now the middle of summer, I can say definitively that this summer is nothing too special. I finally got to wear a bathing suit that I bought last year (a pretty retro-style suit at about half price, thank you very much), and I’ve had some nice cold coffee and tea drinks. Other than that, it’s just one too-hot day after another that I’m trying to survive. I would like to say I’m excited for fall, but I really feel like the foliage has let me down for the past half-decade or so, before plunging into winter that’s either blizzards on top of blizzards or a continuous stream of gross, icy slush.
Maybe I’m just OVER New England. The romantic aspects of the seasons get completely overshadowed by the annoying ones and I’m left much less than happy. While I can look forward to wearing my leather jacket and favorite scarf again, I’m dreading the all-too-quick passage of the fall respite from hot weather into the salt-encrusted frustrations of winter.
(I will admit, though, that I have the MOST fabulous winter coat and it will be nice to take it out again. And I do generally enjoy Christmas.)