This is not good. I don’t like the hot, sticky heat, but it feels like I was complaining about the cold just a few days ago. Is it me, or was this the shortest Summer ever?
All I am saying is that I can’t do this again…for another year of my life. Freezing cold and then humid hot hot hot. I don’t know.
The reason I am all bent out of shape is because Laura went over to her parent’s house today to swim. After she was done, they closed the pool. I swear they just opened it. What’s that about?
Of course we have Spring and Fall, but all I do during those times is worry about what’s ahead. Either it’s 40 degrees on one Spring day and then 95 degrees the next or it’s 95 degrees one Summer day and then 60 the next. I think there used to be some sort of a transition.
Maybe my mother is right, maybe we need to become snowbirds. I’ll keep you posted.