Actually, summer is not my favorite season. It gets way too hot in August whether you believe in climate change or not. I hate the heat. Pretty interesting when you consider that I live in an air-conditioned home. The problem with that is that my husband thrives in the heat and prefers to have all the windows and screened doors open so the heat can permeate the house. I don't like the way the air feels when the thermometer goes above 72. To me, that means it's time to shut all the doors and windows and hunker down in the cool of the family room and let the ceiling fans do their thing along with the air conditioning. Now that's comfortable. This air-conditioning v. hot air debate has produced an uneasy and a somewhat ugly truce at our house.
And how about summer clothes? I don't think that any woman over 60 should wear shorts. Just sit in the grocery store parking lot for a few extra minutes and watch those cellulited, varicose veined legs go by. Not a pretty sight, folks. Same goes for tube tops. You have to be about 14 to look even half way good in those crazy things. And swimming suits? Never again unless you're in the physical therapy pool. If you're somewhere near water wear some lightweight capris and a comfortable t-shirt with some sparklies of some kind on it.
The much acclaimed summer food even gets tiresome after you've eaten too many fruit salads containing too many chunks of watermelon. You're perfectly aware that the hostess is serving this to get rid of all the extra watermelon her frig will hold. Here's where I plead guilty. I do the same thing.
So get out your bug spray, your tanning lotion, your favorite shorts and tube top and enjoy the weather. If you get a mosquito bite, put an x on it with your finger nail and then spit on it. The itch will feel better for a few minutes. And as for me, I'll be holed up in my cool house reading a good book.
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