Today is September 6th, the second day in a row of 90 degree temperatures. In keeping with the cliché that bad things happen in threes tomorrow looks to be a scorcher as well. Obviously our society is to blame for the every climbing temperature, society and its relaxed rules of fashion etiquette. There is a natural order to things, and when you insist that it’s OK to wear white after Labor Day be sure that Mother Nature will see fit to bathe your winter whites in bathing suit weather!
Unseasonably warm temperatures aside, I’m glad to be on the other side of the unofficial end of summer. Maybe it signifies the death of my inner child, but I’m quite happy that autumn is upon us. Summer can get to be too much with all of the merriment being made; the patriotic holidays, the impromptu cookouts, and worst of all, the summer birthdays.
I’m sure that being born outside of the school year can be very damaging to a child. Missed out on classroom cupcake celebrations are made up for, however, with raucous affairs starting when daylight has just begun to burn and lasting until all the beer is gone and can no longer be legally purchased. Since I feel it important to be with friends on their birthdays, and nearly a quarter of the people I know were born in the summer, I attend many of these type parties.
What it really comes down to between me and summer is the idea that it is to be a time to relax, but all too often the only thing I relax during those lazy days are my principles. I take living each day to the fullest too far and after a three month overindulgence in food, drink and downtime, autumn’s structured safety can’t fall on me soon enough.
So maybe my anticipation of the end of summer isn’t about growing up at all. Maybe when I start acting like an adult and take control of my life I will actually look forward to summer like I did as a child. Maybe. I’ll try and remember to use the holiday season to test this theory out.
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