Something is wrong with me. I’m looking forward to summer.
Good thing, because it starts tomorrow at 1:30 p.m., when school lets out after finals.
I have never liked summer, even as a child. It’s awfully hot in Texas, from May through September. I tend to wilt in the heat, like a bluebonnet. There’s an old joke that sums up my attitude: “There are three seasons in Texas—almost summer, summer and still summer.”
My two-part solution has always been 1) Go swimming, &/or 2) Go to Colorado. Well, we can’t go to Colorado (see my piece on Bessie, in case you missed it), and my teens are too cool for the pool (although I will still swim indoors at the Wellness Center).
So now I’m seriously worried that my somewhat positive attitude means the world is coming to an end. Last year I did Ann Voskamp’s 1,000 Gifts list during the summer because I knew that if I didn’t force myself to be grateful, I’d just gripe. I had good timing, since last summer was smack dab in the middle of Texas’ worst drought in 100 years.
If I change my mind and start to despair by Monday, I promise, I won’t complain. I have sworn and am determined to not have my annual August pre back-to-school meltdown.
This year I would classify my mood as semi-excited. Is it because my son will—hopefully—be driving in a month? Is it because both kids have stuff to do the entire 12 weeks? Is it because I’ve finally figured out a rhythm? Is it because HEB had their good tea on sale, and I stocked up?
Yeah, it’s the tea.
