But I'm in Texas, and to a Texan September just means more of the same. Today's high temperature is forecast to be 103. I've been reading blogs and Facebook posts where the authors are lamenting the passing of summer. I say "bring it". Good riddance. I long to be able to go outside for a few hours and NOT come back dripping wet, sticky, and smelly.
I always get a chuckle watching TV commercials during football games this time of year where the Budweiser Clydesdale's are pulling their wagon through scenery that looks something like this:
*Sigh*
It will be at least another 6 weeks, maybe longer, before I'll see anything like that around here. When it finally does find us it will be intense, but brief. One morning we'll just wake up to find one giant leaf dump, and that's it. Hello winter.
But even that isn't so bad, at least here in Texas. Jeans and a light jacket will usually suffice. Shovel snow? I've heard Yankees complain of it, but never understood the point of shoveling the meager 4" of snow that might collect on my sidewalk after the "epic storm" our weatherguessers had been warning us about for a week finally arrives. And besides, in 3 days it will be back in the 60's (70's?) and the snow will take care of itself. Shovel snow? Pfffftttttt.
But all that is months away. On this September 1st I'll just spend my time mostly indoors, the air conditioning running full blast, sipping my iced beverage, dreading my trips outside with the dog, wondering why he can't just "hold it" until fall. :)
Stay cool friends.
S
