All I did was pay the rent. Guess that's something, less than nothing.
Allow me to arpeggiate.
Sacramento, where did your summer go? We are all in a way disappointed that the one stretch of nice weather stretched on and on and on. Summer appears to have been done with us before we were done with it. Largely we are happy in a bittersweet way: no one can disagree that a pleasant summer where one misses some of the excesses of heat and its relatively few joys but largely are happy one did not otherwise feel like giving up the ghost.
Pool owners are the hardest hit, maybe other water adventuring types. The pool this weekend felt like it does at Lake Almanor -- which isn't good for the middle of the valley, not when you've been spending nine months out of the year dumping chemicals and sweeping and the hundred other mindless and painfully difficult tasks associated with maintaining a pool. All you want is three months where its warm until you get into the pool, then its hot. If we weren't all past the point of having had -some- days, we'd think about covers but its exactly hot enough to make that sort of thing seem like backwards thinking. Stay indoors where its marginally cooler. Drink something.
Still plenty of time for parks and walks and rivers and other things not involving water. Otherwise, you'd think it was a great summer.
Leaves on my tree in the front yard are starting to brown and fall. We debated this weekend whether The Hot was over and if that's not a sign it is, I don't know what is. We agreed that we could still be in for some barnburners but that summer's back had been broken. Time to settle in to the last of baseball, get ready for football, school.
Goodbye summer! Goodbye!
