Certainly Summer

Summer's here. Especially here in Texas. And you know what the best part is?
Not getting out of school, but being able to here thunder every afternoon.
Summer storms are the best. They cool everything off---towering thunderheads clammer up a previously clear sky. They come from nowhere in particular, just appear, and [hopefully] last most of the afternoon. Sometimes they don't even sprinkle; just provide brief repose of shade and move off onto the bay as quickly as they appeared.

I'm still in that phase..or rather, have just begun that phase of midnight dreaming. For weeks after the beginning of summer, at least one dream is a nightmare that I'm at school and can't find classes, or I have no clothes on, or something odd like that. We never did get to dream interpretation in psychology...hmm. Eventually the dreams go away and I begin to enjoy my extra sleep. ;D

In other places in the world, summer is easy to enjoy with so much time spent out of doors, but here, not so much. Our pale-faced, string bean family must grease up before we leave for an extensive period of time. Sure, we play in the backyard often enough in the late afternoon, but it just gets so stifling otherwise. Over a hundred with humidity. We entertain inside, and then, as soon as the sun sets [or earlier, if a storm comes through] we launch through the doors, careful to close them in our wake (from the mosquitoes). We skate, we roll, we laugh, we scream, we yell, we lay about, we chase. Nearly any verb shall do.

:D And indoors? Our house is full of books. Mom got rid of the television months ago..we watch movies often enough. Not anything more pop culture than Twilight. We pride ourselves in a knack for all things old fashioned. [Hence the life-sized cutouts of Roy Rodgers and Scarlett O'Hara on either side of our movie room screen wall]. Seven Brides for Seven Brothers, John Wayne John Wayne John Wayne!!! True Grit! So many Jane Austen's! We women can all tell you each particular fashion of each age, be it a spencer women's coat from the turn of the eighteenth century, to the corsets of civil war. We can number the petticoats from the decades [1850's probably having the most].

I do have a babysitting job this summer, which is a blissful relief from working retail. We have camp, and then my belated birthday trip.

I predict an interesting, and hopefully fulfilling summer. And then onto fall...with bouquets of newly sharpened pencils. [You've Got Mail].

Merry Summer to All! And to All a Good Rain!
-Anisha