Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Please, may I have more... summertime?

I have regressed to wintertime blues. We had rain (not counting sprinkly showers) on 20 of the 30 days of June. One week of gloriously hot, sunny days- and not even all in a row.  Just, yuck!

I put my head down on my arms at my computer, and Ameranth asked sympathetically, " Did you lose?"

Me: Yes, but I lose (spider solitaire) all the time, I have won 6 out of , oh a thousand or so games, but that's not the problem. I am right back to where I was in February. blah blah, blah. I want sunshine and warmth.

A: Well, you know what the solution to that is!  (she had just taken both dogs off leash for a run in the soaking wet, unmown part of the hayfield and is all filled with righteous satisfaction)

Me: Don't say it!

A: Vacation- long weekend coming up!

Me: Oh, I thought you were going to say something obnoxiously uplifting.

A: Or move *laughs* I was going to say you could be one of those people who travel to Florida for the sun, but that's supposed to be in the winter.

I can't take too much more rain. I slipped on the way to get the paper this morning- our gravel driveway has a layer of green slime growing on it. Our neighbors and we are all out at the same time frantically mowing the grass, if we have a few hours of weak light and a breeze to semi-dry the grass.  I know other parts of the country/world are dealing with wildfires and heatwaves, but I'm entitled to whine about my problems on my page here.

I looked at the window in the living room that still has the storm window down and contemplated moving the table in front to get to it to put down the screen. I decided that it just wasn't worth it when I'd have to just put the storm down again in two months. And that's a pitiful summer. 

There are bright spots, fortunately, and here are pictures of them:

 Teva is one now
 Venus turned 8 in June, and Mars was 6 in March.
And Ladyslipper was 3 in March (with her half-brother here)

And if all of them lived in Maine, it would be paradise.