It's summer, the beach is perfect, Congress is out of session and can't screw us, there's fireworks, bands play outdoors and nothing's happening in the world because half-the-work-force just got back from Vacation and the other half is getting ready to go.
Alas ... it's October and people are excited about leaves changing colors, Meteorologists gleefully forecast Tornado Warnings, Congress is back in session, half-the-country's working while the other half look for work and there's mid-term elections which absolutely no one cares about because two losers are in a run off.
On the up side ... College football is pretty exciting right now.
In my heart ... and in my head ... it's always July.
Sarah and I were talking and ... we only have so much time together left ... primarily because I'm so much older than she is ... and though neither of us have calculated who has the better odds of being struck by lightning, run over by a truck, or hit by one of the daily misfired bullets shot in Savannah ... the fact is ... we only have so much time left together.
"What we gonna do when Mike dies?" Cassidy the 7 year old asks the other day.
"How do you know I'm going first?" I ask putting down the tender ribs I've spend 7 hours cooking that they doused in Ketchup.
All four girls stop in mid-whatever-they-are-doing and just stare at me.
The only sound is that of crickets chirping.
"Okay so I'm probably going to go first," I admit.
Nodding ... they pour more Ketchup on the ribs.
I prefer to not think about my Autumn years ... and I sure as Hell want nothing to do with Winter, no matter how it comes ... figuratively or literally.
I'd rather constantly live in July ... where it's always warm, Sarah's in a bikini, the beach is perfect, outdoor music is everywhere and every night there's one Hell of a light show put on by the Milky Way.
I know ... I'm the exception and not the rule.
I wish the very best to you color leaf loving people ... Tornado lovers ... Congressional intimates (meaning you like being screwed) ... stew stirrers ... clothe worshippers ... indoor people!
I really do.
Not me.
It's mind over reality.
As long as I can get Sarah to wear her bikini all winter ... I'll stay warm.
