It was a summer that will go down as
having not seemed like a summer. From May mornings that set record
low temperatures (yes, I know May is a spring month) to rain that at
times seemed nonstop, the summer of 2013 was definitely not one for
the record books.
At least not the good record books.
I'm one of those people who think
that any weather that doesn't involve sunshine, a temperature of at
least 76 and just enough breeze to slightly ruffle the leaves is sent
to punish us. So, I didn't enjoy this summer.
Of course, summer isn't what it used
to be, or at least what it was for most of us "older folks" growing up. The unofficial end of summer came last Monday with the
Labor Day holiday, but considering school has been back in for nearly
a month, it's hard to know exactly when summer ends now, unless you
adhere to the equinox, which means it has about two more weeks to go.
After a certain age, time does begin to
run together. When you're young, the seasons seem very distinct.
Winter is winter, summer is summer and you occasionally get
astoundingly nice weather in April and October. You recall events by
what the weather was like when said event happened.
But somewhere in your 30s (at least
that's when it was for me), time begins to mesh together and you re
try to remember something and you don't recall if it was warm or
cold, sunny or cloudy. You just know it happened. Or so you think.
On a personal level, this has been a
year I will want to forget (and it ain't over, my psyche screamed
with glee) and this past summer didn't help any. I needed long, hot
days that seemed like they would never end. Instead I got constant
rain (or so it seemed), temperatures that were more suited for a mid
April warmup and one holiday cookout after another ruined.
Some summers give you memories that
allow you to recall them at later dates. Sometimes it's days at the
lake, long drives, hours in the pool, trips to places you've never
been, time spent with friends.
My main memories this summer will be of
sitting on the porch, watching gray clouds roll across the sky,
asking why mother nature hates me so badly and finally just giving in
and playing solitaire on my phone as the rain began to pelt down.
And then there was the yard mowing. The
following things happened this summer: the pulley broke on the riding
lawn mower, then a belt broke, then another belt broke, then a push
mower we'd bought tore up. It said right on the mower it was
guaranteed to start, but it said nothing about stopping.
These problems, combined with my
inability to mow for a couple of weeks, led to a jungle of a yard
that we still haven't straightened out. Do you wish to have a yard
that looks like a hayfield? Follow these simple instructions. Have
your lawn mower tear up for three weeks, have it rain a lot, then try
to mow it. Go on. I dare you.
But it's almost over now. September
has arrived and even though it's warm now, and supposed to be warm
for a while yet, there is cold very close on the horizon. Might be
the end of this month, might be in early October, but it's coming
and when it gets here, it won't leave for a long time.
Or so it'll seem. We'll back here
before you know it. I hope when we get here again, I've totally
forgotten the summer of 2013. Odds are good because I don't
remember the summer of 2012 and it had to have been better than this
Let's all just agree to meet back
here on Memorial Day next May and we can cross our fingers and hope
for one of those eternal summers where everything seems like a
pleasant, never ending dream.
Or does that only happen in retrospect?
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