Day after day of bright sunny weather has spoiled me. I’m now hopelessly cheerful which is disastrous for a conservative blogger in Creepy Uncle Joe’s America. Whereas I should be railing against runaway inflation and fascistic FBI activities, I’m too happy. Whenever I get bored in the house I go outside into the blinding light and I feel my batteries recharging. This Saturday is the last big summer party of the season and I’m anticipating the fun of seeing all the kids one more time before they have to start school again. Burgers and dogs, sausage and peppers, potato salad and watermelon, lemonade and ice cream, and ricotta cheese cake. Just a great way to end a nice hot summer.
I’ve been watching good movies and eating good food for the last couple of days. Brando in Julius Caesar, Mutiny on the Bounty, A Streetcar Named Desire. Chicken chop suey and homemade chicken pot pie. Even watching that goofy Wolf Man movie the other day was a summer indulgence. The end of summer edges us closer to the next milestone of the calendar, Halloween. And that means classic monster movies and not so classic horror movies. And that spells shorter days and the first nip of frost in the air.
Last night it was fifty degrees. The cooling trend is there. Backsliding into the mid-eighties is predicted for next Thursday and onward but the writing is on the wall. Soon the air conditioners will be put away for another year. Lemonade will be off the menu and hot coffee back on. Watermelon will give way to apples and hot soup will reassert itself in the weekly menus that Camera Girl will present me with. And all of this should make me SAD (seasonal affective disorder) but somehow, it’s just too bright and sunny to work the trick. Maybe September will work its melancholy magic on me. But until Labor Day rings the bell on summer I can’t seem to believe in winter just yet.
Looking a little ahead we have “Liz Cheney Appreciation Day” coming up on Tuesday. That’s gonna be a humdinger. I have to see what special celebration I’ll select for that. I’ll try to capture my joy in a special schadenfreudian post that sings the praises of representative democracy when it actually works. Also, Camera Girl has promised to bake me a huckleberry pie from real Montana huckleberries. Wednesday, I meet with the Dunwich Committee to Re-elect Cthulhu. Thursday and Friday I’ll have my chores in support of Saturday’s party and Sunday will be the cleanup. By next Monday I’ll try to develop some post-summer let-down. That will stand me in good stead when trying to summon the gloom and doom needed to opine about the current state of this fallen republic. I’m sure by then Biden or one of the other odious carbuncles that supposedly run this country will have offended the public decency with various high crimes and misdemeanors. By then I’ll have built up a level of bile sufficient to vent my spleen at these toads.
But until then I’m just too darn merry to groan. I’ve got thousands of Yellowstone photos to review and process. I’ve got a load of bug photos from around the grounds and I’ve got repair projects to address. So, pardon me if I whistle a happy tune and luxuriate in the season. Misery is sure to have its day soon. La dolce vita.
50 degree low!! Oh please, oh please! It will be November before we see that down here. In the meantime it will be another 2 full months+ of humidity soaked 90’s. I opened the door to my car this afternoon for a trip to the store and it was 140 flipping degrees in there, a blast furnace. I took my sunglasses out of the overhead holder and they burned my hand. By contrast, it will be bliss until late May. I’m from North Georgia, much better weather pattern up there. The winters are okay except when the arctic fronts come… Read more »
Someone suggested I live six months in Wyoming and six months in Florida. I’ll have to split two duplexes with someone else to afford it.
As for the changing landscape, it feels like the only way to survive in America is to be in constant retreat from the urban sprawl and crime. And now the urban police have given up and crime is king. We live in an unsustainable crisis.
“Someone suggested I live six months in Wyoming and six months in Florida. I’ll have to split two duplexes with someone else to afford it.”
Yeah, then talk your partner into living the 6 cold months in Wyoming and the summer months in Florida.
That would have to be someone with enormous resistance to despair.