Summer Blues

I've decided to focus mainly on the above project in the evenings.  Each day I place a new marker to see how much I can knit and feel like I'm not swimming in endless knitting.  This technique works for me (you should try it).  I've added more than 12 inches in one week.  I'm determined to finish something soon.

Once August shows up and back to school sales are popping up (paper, pens oh my!), I become wistful for the fall season.  I've made a resolution to not wish away any season.  However, I'm challenged every single summer season.

My mother used to get the 'winter blues' at the end of February, she'd exclaim her hatred to winter, snow, the dark days etc.  I would be in my glory, loving the snow, the dark and yes all the wintry blah-ness.

I have the 'summer blues'.  I'm tired of wearing capris, sandals and being hot.  My sinuses hate going from heat and humidity then AC.  (But God bless AC!).  In complete defiance I made chicken noodle soup and grilled cheese on one of the hottest days.  My husband thought I was crazy, maybe I am. 

My mother would be smiling when the temps reached about 90 degrees and the house I grew up in did not have AC.  As a teen, I'd be draped over some kind of furniture wilting and sweating and complaining while she was humming a happy tune thrilled to be warm. 

I'm not patient but I am in control of happy thoughts and focusing on the benefits of summer.  My husband has two weeks off and we have no plans except maybe an occasional day trip.  He will focus on detoxing the stresses of his job, I will focus on what can we cram into a day.

When I'm outside during the day, the cicadas and locusts are deafening.  When I hear them I get excited knowing we are in mid summer.  My acorns are ripening and the first leaves of my maple trees are starting to drop. 

I'll never like summer, but I like remembering my mother in the summer.  She made the best iced tea by the buckets full all ready in the frig for our family.  She worked on cross stitching in the summer but still drank hot tea every night for the evening news. 

The Holly and Frodo update: 

Lately Miss Holly keeps to the dog-free zones during the day which makes for a quiet day.  Holly loves to knock her ball down the steps.  Dink dink dink, down the steps making all sorts of noise.  Frodo hears the ball and yet doesn't budge from his under-the-ottoman-nap.  I'll go and throw the ball back up the stairs and we play the game a few times. 

Sometimes she'll meow and that means I need to go and give her a neck rub for a few minutes.  She loves to sleep during the day in the little bathroom on the bath mats.  Sometimes she'll walk by Frodo sleeping and stop and lay a spell near his ottoman. 

When either of us approach her, she doesn't run away anymore (very skittish and God knows what she endured her first 8 weeks of life).

She will be one year old in October, Frodo will be nine years old in October.