I haven't had my summers off for a loooong time, so why am I always sad at the summer's end? Because I hate, loathe, despise winter! My idea of cool is anything below 70 degrees! I hate the hours and hours of darkness.
I know people revel in the fall and spring because they say temps are neither too hot nor too cold. They are just plain wrong. It was hot here this summer -- not Texas hot, but hot -- and my air condition was set at 83 and I was fine. Yep, it was hot, but I liked it!
When I was a kid we used to have a big end of summer, school is starting party -- one of my friend's Mom always organized it -- maybe I need to re-institute that so I don't feel like Debbie Downer for weeks as I realize summer it over and wool-season is just around the corner.
I'm adding that to next year's to-do list (which is already the size of a notebook)!
