It's just around the corner, my least favorite season of the year. Summer wouldn't be so bad if wasn't hot. I really don't get the "heat" thing. To me it's one of those things in life that everybody seems to like, but it doesn't make any sense! But then again, there are a lot of things that people like that I just don't get. Eating liver, swimming in a lake, Diana Ross, polyester cloths, artificial sweetener, sitting in the front row in a movie theatre, European cars, hard mattresses, bow ties, bicycles with low handle bars, peanut brittle, opera's, parades, country music, okra, Cher, camping, casino's, accordions, line dancing, car races (I mean really! watching cars drive real fast in a circle?), eggs, any movie made in the sixties, watching a 30 minute infomercial from beginning to end, Bakersfield, body piercing's, wool blankets....are just a few of the things in life I try to avoid because, well, like hot summer days, I just don't like these things.

Now don't get me wrong, I do appreciate summer. I appreciate how it makes me appreciate winter. I am in my element when the air is chilly, the rains falling down, and everything seems to be moving, to be doing something, unlike the stale dead days of summer. That's why I like rivers more then lakes, waves rushing to shore, the wind blowing things around, a good moving bass line in a song, watching kittens or puppies playing, I like action and movement. Summer just seems to stop. You spend all of your time trying to stay cool, and it can be hard trying to keep cool. I mean when your cold you can keep putting things on until you get warm. But when your hot, you can only take so many things off, right?

Like it or not though, summers here and it's going to get real hot and stay that way for a long time. It's ok, I have my ways of dealing with it. You won't find me laying around by a swimming pool but you might find me in the pool. You won't see me doing any major yard projects but you might find me cleaning away in my air conditioned house. And you sure won't see me line dancing outside in the middle of the day to country music while eating a liver and okra omelette wearing a bow tie with a polyester white shirt with a Cher cd in my pocket which I plan on listening to with head phones while I'm at the races that night where I will be talking about how much money I lost in a slot machine the other day at the casino after which I drive home in my BMW to my hard mattress which will feel so good after camping out the night before in Bakersfield which I did because I was inspired by a movie from 1964 I had been watching the other day while eating peanut brittle and playing my accordion as I sat wrapped in a wool blanket. You just won't.