However, the rest of the population does not tend to view things the way I do. Everyone I know is going around like Chicken Little squawking, “Summer is over! Summer is over!”
The problem with late August is that although it is still technically summer, people feel compelled to repeatedly remind each other “Summer is almost over! Won’t be summer too much longer! Gonna have to put away the swimsuits and get out the coats!” Everyone wants to rush the season.Don’t even get me started on the local department stores. I try to find some cute shorts on sale, and all I see are flannel pants, cashmere sweaters, and fleece jackets. The mannequins are even smirking at me from behind their wool hats and matching scarves.
My outdoor thermometer reads 95 degrees.I want to enjoy the last sunny remnants of summer. I want to go to the pool and worry about getting sunburnt. I want to tell The Husband he needs to mow the lawn again because can you believe how fast the grass grows in summer? I want to slurp Popsicles on the back patio and have them melt all over my hand before I get halfway done. I want to luxuriate in my 14 days.
Sorry, I have to run. I think I hear the ice-cream truck.
trifecta writing challenge: the word is heart, and my essay is exactly 333 words