SPONSOR: www.linkedin.com/in/joseph-joe-ledford-03407421/ Mt 11:29ab Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am meek and humble of heart. MT 18:"...For where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them."
It happened so innocuously that I nearly didn't notice. Nearly.
I rather wish I hadn't, really, because it ruined my day. My week, actually. Eh, who am I kidding? My month.
With no offense intended to those with birthdays in the 8th month, I say we petition congress to make it last, say, 17 extra days or so? Look, I have a love/hate relationship with August, anyway. I mean, who doesn't?
On the one hand, we LOVE August for being summer's homestretch.
It even gives us a full 31 days, which is more than I can say for that slacker summer kickoff month of June. At least July's on our side. Hmpf.
Anywho, we hate August for the obvious reasons:
-Back to school.
-Unofficial end of summer.
-The harsh reality of shorter and shorter days...and longer and longer nights.
Then again, without it, where the heck would we be? GASP.
And just as I was see-sawing toward a kind August sentiment during a recent morning drive, a big orange leaf fell off a mighty sprawling oak along the roadside and blew onto my windshield.
I hate you, August.
I should've realized how much the word looks and sounds like "Autumn" a long time ago. Grrrrrrrrr.
To be clear, it isn't Autumn I detest. It's what comes so quickly afterward...and hangs around far past its expiration date; sort of like that carton of eggnog at the back of the fridge you forget about until Groundhog Day. BLECH.
Goodbye warmth. Goodbye bright, sunny, lazy weekends at the lake. Goodbye suntan. DANG IT!
Worst of all, so long college sophomore. HARD, HARD GULP.
Ah well, perhaps we'll have an "Indian Summer" and maybe it'll be so hot we'll have to keep the boat out of storage until November...and shoot, that kid might just come home for Labor Day weekend? And the one after that...and -- sigh.
#HoldOntoSummer #AugustStinks #Pray #Peace