I know everyone has a favorite season, but I really cannot emphasize enough, how much I love summer. It is everything. I despise cold weather and relish every hot, steamy day of summer. In fact, I love it so much I have to check myself regularly. You see, I have the bad habit of getting depressed about the end of summer, when it is really just beginning.
I generally start dreading winter on June 22. Why this date? Well, that is when the days start getting shorter. I realize I still have a solid three months of hot weather left, but my mind starts preparing for the lack of sunshine anyway. Yes, I’m well aware, I’m nuts.
While the first signs of dread start in late June, I’m truly on the verge of tears come Labor Day. Shit starts getting real then. To quote the great Moira Rose, “Well, pick up a hammer and nail this coffin shut!”
I know I’m dramatic. I do attempt to stay focused on the positive. I live in the South. I really only have about three months of bad weather. Unfortunately, those are three very long and gray months. I can’t help but stew on it and count down the time until fall in my head. I do not like fall the way most people do. It only means winter is closer. I’m not a fan of the leaves changing. Sure, they are lovely, but I prefer the green. My favorite shade of leaves is in the spring when the trees are just beginning to bud. They are the most intense shade of Kermit the Frog green. That is perfection!
It’s not just the heat and sunshine I love. I love spending more time with my daughter, family vacation, fireflies, garden tomatoes, all the melons, green trees and muggy nights sitting on my back porch. I try to sit outside every night and just take in the smells of cut grass and hay. I’m totally transported back in time to summers as a child. I never want it to end.
I have a few friends that feel the same way about winter as I do about summer. It is hard for me to grasp. I get people not liking the heat, but I so prefer it to the cold. I don’t mind sweating. I may look like hell and smell bad, but the sun is out and I can feel my feet, dammit. I hate being cold and I’m cold from about mid-October till early April.
The thermostat is an epic power-struggle in our house. If it were up to me, there would be no air conditioning. Ever. My husband wants to turn it on as soon as the temp hits 75. Wuss. I can usually keep the AC off until the inside of the house registers about 82 degrees. At that point his whining is so intense, I usually give in. If I’m being really honest here, I give in for the dogs, not my husband. They are covered in fur after all and I hate to see them uncomfortable.
I also don’t believe in AC in the car. I shocked a new friend from Canada last year when we went for a quick ride in mid-July and I had my window down. I felt bad afterwards. I should have been more considerate. I’m just so used to it. Putting on the AC didn’t even cross my mind.
I have been more than a little concerned about going into summer this year and the heat. See, I’ve started having hot flashes. I fear this is going to make the hot months less enjoyable for me. So far, I’m still hanging tough. However, I will admit, I may be sweating more than usual. It’s going to take more than that to keep me in the house. I want to be outside every moment possible.
Maybe one day I will win the lottery and move to a place that is nice and hot year-round. Until then, I will pour a drink and dive into good book on my back porch. Summer is fleeting. I don’t want to miss a second of it.
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Angela Traver
What is this blog about? Well, it's a general blog, but it is also a very specific blog. If you get that reference, you get a gold star! I have been a public relations professional and writer of press releases for more than 20 years—primarily in the booze biz. I decided to do some writing for fun and embrace the humor that gets me through most days. Hopefully it will make you chuckle—or at least smile. I’m a certified crazy magnet, and more than a little nutty myself, so buckle up. Also, I have two vices—profanity and red wine/whiskey. You’ve been warned. It should also be noted, that I’m a HUGE Bob & Sheri fan. I’ve been a listener for more than 20 years. This opportunity is a dream come true and it may have made me cry. That being said, I cry at everything. If you are into booze, dogs, food and/or knitting, hit me up on Instagram, Facebook or Twitter (although I’m terrible at Twitter and it scares me) @kyspiritsgal. You can also find all my previous blog posts at www.kyspiritsgal.com.
