Blowing off Summer

Well it's August and summertime in the Midwest. We act surprised when the thermometer hits above 95 and humidity starts to build. (Of course, in January, we're baffled when the thermometer goes the other direction.) Which makes me wonder about the whole topic of weather and how much it occupies our daily life.

Personally, I HAVE to know what the weather is going to be. One of my top-five bookmarks is the local weather. Each quarter I DVR the extended seasonal forecast on the most accurate local news station (in my humble opionion - and theirs too). And I don't think it's just me who is nosy about this unpredictable subject...I don't think...

For one thing, it sets my whole wardrobe tone. Back in the spring, I donned capris the first day it looked safe enough for ankles to avoid frostbite. Those around me may have wished I made use of one of the many spray-tan products on the market, but I didn't care - it was capri weather! It's just like the thrill I get on that first really "fallish" day when the skies are perfectly blue, the clouds few, and the temps in the 60s. Sweater weather!

While Princess daughter and I were running errands one hot summer day, she said "I wish we could blow off summer." "What do you mean?" I asked, thinking it was somehow like blowing off school or work. "Like, when I blow on my soup, it cools off. I wish we could do that with summer." And she proceeded to blow and blow and blow. And just for a moment, it seemed to me it might have dropped a degree or two... :-)



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