Today is August 1. So, I’m officially in the middle of my yearly summer doldrums. I really, really, *REALLY* struggle through late summer, usually the months of July and August. Both long months, 31 days, usually scorchingly hot down here (although this summer the temps have been refreshingly mild). There’s not much going on in these two months, so not much to look forward to. We do have a couple of birthdays in these months, and this year, I’m staying busy taking my dad to the doctor and doing things for him. Still, I dislike these two months and they go by at a snail’s pace.
Once I can make it through August, it turns into my favorite time of the year. Once football season starts, and Labor Day kicks off a series of my favorite holidays, I’m much better. September through the Super Bowl in early February is my most favorite time of the year. Football, both of our birthdays, Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, etc, just make it a lot better. We should establish a major holiday in either July or August (and yes, I know there’s July 4th, but that’s early and we only ever go to Tim’s mom’s family reunion every year, so same thing every year).
This July has been fairly typical for me. I don’t really want to do a lot of cooking. I am tired of watering the flowers and grass and stuff in our yard. I want to stay inside and read (in the AC), but I’m tired of reading and want to find something to grab my attention. So, I just sit in front of the tv and mindlessly watch tv and movies. Typical for me
Come on September, hurry up! I want August to go by quickly. Please. Pretty please