“August up ahead. Sure. But the way things are going, there’ll be no machines, no friends, and darn few dandelions for the last harvest.” – Dandelion Wine by Ray Bradbury
Today is the last day of July. So, tomorrow is the first official day of winter in Dunwich. I know that seems odd but it’s true. July is the only truly bulletproof month of the year. By the end of August weird freaky cold spells can happen and June is certainly no proof against frost. Also, it’s only in July that heat can blast all the cold out of old bones and a soul and convince you that there is still some kernel of boy left in an old man.
Of course, I’m ignoring the multitude of annoying problems of summer. Mosquitoes, poison ivy, wearing hats and sunscreen, stifling houses, watering plants, cutting grass, etc. etc. etc. But all of that pales into insignificance when you sit on a porch and listen to the crickets chirp and watch the fireflies flash.
And if you’re gathering with friends and family, it’s especially nice. The long, long days of July have enough time for all the fun (and the chores) that go along with summer. By definition the Fourth of July cookout is the cornerstone of the month but there is room for a bunch of barbecues and parties. This year we lured the grandkids over a bunch of times to swim in the pool. And that of course means taking care of the pool which is a royal pain but the reward ratio is still plenty high to make up for it.
Well today is the end. August is a summing up. It’s rushing in whatever is left to do and making sure to start getting ready for what comes next. For the kids that’s school and fall. For adults it’s beginning to put away all the summer stuff and prepare the winter equipment. So, I’m going to enjoy today for sure.
Yesterday was a family get together. A younger nephew had a birthday party and my kids and grandkids showed up with other of my siblings and their kids. Over pizza for the kids and some very good Italian appetizers we talked about this and that.
I had an interesting discussion about a report I read about how faked biomedical research on Alzheimer’s disease has set back the course of finding a cure at least fifteen years. The feedback was that fake research and shoddy peer review is now endemic and that science is thoroughly infected with quackery. This jibes with the growing pseudoscience of climate change and all the nonsense that gets reported as research in the social sciences and psychology.
And maybe we’re kidding ourselves and it’s always been like this. But it does seem to me that the public has reached a point where gullibility is dangerously high. The COVID madness proved that supposed adults will do anything they’re told if it’s wrapped in a government program.
But for me it’s just one more reminder that we’re not “all in this together.” Critical thinking and maintaining options may save your life and definitely will save you a lot of grief and money. The Left has clearly shown us what they intend to do. They’re looking to make us serfs. It behooves us to work with whatever resources and allies we have to make that as hard as possible.
Well, anyway, enjoy July Thirty First.
And then, quite suddenly, summer was over.
He knew it first when walking downtown. Tom grabbed his arm and pointed gasping, at the dime-store window. They stood there unable to move because of the things from another world displayed so neatly, so innocently, so frighteningly, there.
“Pencils, Doug, ten thousand pencils!”
“Oh, my gosh! ” – Dandelion Wine by Ray Bradbury