Monthly Archives: August 2013

The Summer That Wasn’t

When I was in school I always looked forward to Summer.  A nice break from school.  Go to the beach.  Swim in the pool.  Drive in movies and late night ice cream cones.  But always warm.  And filled with sunshine.  What a life.

As I got a little older summer meant a summer job.  Or taking a class or two to get ahead.  Or keep up.  But there was still the warmth and sunshine.  And a trip to the beach.

Now it doesn’t matter what time of year it is.  There is always work.  And more work.  Sure, I get some days off here and there.  And I can take a vacation.  If I have the vacation time.  If I have the money.  If my work schedule doesn’t interfere.  But there is still the warmth and sunshine.  Or not.

This year has been a little different.  It was cool late in the spring and early in the summer.  And it rained a good bit.  We took a trip to England for a week and it was cool.  And it rained some.  And cloudy the rest of the time.

When we got back from England it was like monsoon season in Myanmar.  Torrential rain every day.  Endless.  The basement became my swimming pool.  And I was constantly trying to drain the sucker.  And then came my fall.  Trying to stop the rain.  Broke my shoulder blade.  Ouch!

Naturally, it soon stopped raining and got really hot.  And the mosquitos came out in droves.  Somehow they always find me.  They love to suck my blood.  I can’t go outside with out being eaten alive. 

At that point the weather didn’t matter to me.  Stuck inside for fear of being eaten by mosquitos, stuck in an arm sling because of the shoulder and thus unable to do much of anything, I pretty much just stayed inside and relaxed.  Except to go to work.  Yes.   I went to work every day.  Shorter hours, and light duty, but off to work.  The beach wouldn’t have been any fun anyway.

And now summer is over.  Kids are back in school here.  It’s raining again.  Still hot.  More mosquitoes.  And damn if that beach trip didn’t escape me.  Another couple of weeks and I’ll be out of the sling.

See, there is always something to look forward to.  That sling holds up my arm but it’s a real pain in the ass.  There is always next summer.  And a trip to the beach.  Man, I’ll be ready for that!

That’s part of my story.   What’s yours?



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