Technically I guess, It's still summer. We're in Mid-August. Until
this month, summer has been pretty comfortable. "Pool season," as noted in
my previous post, was very kind to us — the bugs weren't nearly as bad, and
we were in the pool with guests and margaritas in hand by 4:30 every day.
And yes, you can become very tanned spending a couple of hours in a pool that
late in the day.
But I was genuinely shocked to realize yesterday that we're more than half
way through August — and September is when things really cool down. I...
I'm not ready to give up the pool and the margaritas. It's as though yesterday's
realization slapped my sunglasses off, and the margarita fell onto the deck.
By this time next month, my wife may not even be going into the pool any
longer — it's held its temparature fairly steadily at about 93° for the
past few weeks, but all bets are off starting next month.
How did thi— WHO LET THIS HAPPEN? Sure, Kiddo started
school again this past week. That shouldn't have anything to do with how I
finish my work for the day, right? Amirite??
Oh, I'm sure we'll still have some time for swimming, kiddo and I — we're
not as sensitive about the temparature as mommy is. But when I think of
September and October, I think of cool-downs and rains. And that's...
...that's not margaritas and sunshine.
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