Too Many Bumps in My Groove
This entry was posted on 7/30/2009 5:41 PM and is filed under blather.
It's the end of July and it's frickin cold out. I don't think it got above seventy degrees today. I'm tired. It's been a weird month. Tons of fun, but strange because I don't remember such a cool summer since the early nineties. We've had maybe five days that were hot enough to want the air conditioning on. Despite the fact that almost every day has been partly cloudy to down right over cast, we only get about five minutes worth of a sprinkling each day so we're actually in a drought which means that in addition to no heat, there's been no humidity. I don't mind any of that, but some real rain would be welcome. The lakes are too low and the creek has been dry for a month. That's not good. With no water, there are no bugs, either. That seems like a good thing but I'm worried that the lack of mosquitoes will bring a replay of the horrors of 1973 and 74, when our mosquito eradication project worked so well that we brought a massive inch worm infestation upon ourselves. You do not want to know what that was like. To this day, the sight of a tiny, green worm hanging from a tree gives me willies worse than a snake in my kitchen would.
Tomorrow is the last day of July and usually in summer, that means another month of lazy, let's do whatever seems like a good idea today days. I feel a need to get back into my groove. I want to have nothing planned, nothing to do and nowhere to go. It's not going to happen.
Next week is registration for fall sports. That means forms to fill out and turn in. No biggie. Got the forms right here, just have to drop off a pile of them at the Doctor's office so Doc Johnson can fill in her part. Josie had her sports physical two weeks ago and is in tip top condition. So why do I feel like the two hour window for registration penciled into the middle of next week is like a huge, pulsing, weeping, open wound? I'm so sick of filling in forms and trying to remember everyone's contact info and telephone numbers and addresses and all that crap.
In a normal year, we'd be able to just sit back and enjoy August. Not this year. Jay hasn't been able to enjoy any part of this year. Ten days ago he received a big, heavy plaque with NJCAA Coach of the Year on it. Hell of an award to get the year you lose your program. This summer should have been all about basking in the memory of a remarkable season. Instead it's been all about scrabbling around trying to find a life preserver.
No wonder the weather's so cold.
