NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. I'm not ready for September! I get "depressed" just hearing the word. But, alas, it's upon us.
I think it's because September used to indicate school was about to start (after Labor Day in the good old days). As both a student and teacher, I dreaded school beginning.
I now think about the end of summer sun and warmth, gardening and golfing. Boo hiss. Oh well, it's still great to be alive.
I golfed 5 days this past week with good days and bad. Strange game. After early morning golf yesterday, I went to my daughter's to help harvest for today's markets. I picked pole beans and red raspberries (mostly) for 6 hours. It was a weedy jungle out there which kicked off my allergies (now coming in the Fall rather than the Spring). I was miserable and went to bed an hour early.
The weather people keep predicting a ton of rain for the weekend, but so far, nothing. I had indoor activities all planned, but I may have to alter them. Applesauce making, for one. House cleaning for another. And more time on the piano now that it was tuned this week.
I have no regrets about avoiding the Rep. Nat. Conv. But from what I gather, they did a great job distorting and/or avoiding issues relevant to our nation and current president. And how can they praise what Clint Eastwood did?
What a bunch of losers.
Well, despite it being September, have a great Labor Day weekend. Cheers.