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Sunday, August 06, 2006

August?


I have been in a bit of a blog stupor lately. Nothing has come naturally. I’ve felt both off-kilter and disorientated. Today I realized the problem; it’s not me, it’s just the balance of nature is totally screwed up.

Take, for example, this month, August. August is the bane of my existence. It is the month of least resistance and of total abject horror. All year long I think, "And then there’s August." It’s like the month that was sent to balance out the glory of every other month. August is my red-headed step-child. Only I’m not beating August, it’s beating ME. I never knew there were other August-haters out there until I started blogging. I realized, of course, that odds are (1 in 12) that someone else will hate August, I’m so glad this was all confirmed to me last year.

What’s wrong with August? Uhm EVERYTHING. First of all, I’m not that keen on summer to begin with, some of it is ok, but then it can just turn on you so fast. August is the bully you thought was a scary, but a little cool, so sometimes you’d hang in his posse, and then, one day, August turns around and socks you. August is summer kicking you in the face for liking it (August might need to attend Al-Anon.) The sun, once your warm companion, rages in the high heat. The asphalt melts and runs, your geraniums just give up. Well, I don’t have geraniums, but if I did, they’d totally give up, probably because I’d forget to water them—who wants to go outside in this heat? It’s regularly 105 degrees in August; it’s flipping you off.


Now I know why I’m in a stupor. It’s August. However, this August has been…grumble…delightful. It was 85 degrees. It’s been getting down to the 60s at night. It’s been stormy (some might say too stormy, in which case I’d say MOVE.) It’s like nature has up and decided to be agreeable, and I don't cotton to the sound of that.

When my future sister-in-law from Wisconsin told us that the bridesmaids for her upcoming August wedding would be wearing floor-length red satin formals, I thought she was crazy! “Have you, uhm, ever been here in August? It’s, uh, really hot.” “I know,” she said, “But August is practically Fall.” Practically Fall? August is the torture for the reward that is Fall. But now, I think she might be right. It’s been cool and delicious. This August has been a cucumber salad with fresh dill; miso soup on a rainy day; gazpacho on a dappled terrace.

I’m not sure what to make of it all. It’s like my raison d’être has been upended. If I can’t hate August, who am I? This whole thing has given me an existential crisis.

6 comments:

~j. said...

August has bitter, bitter middle-child issues. In Wisconsin, August is practically fall.


(heh-heh-heh...practically fall...will it ever cease being hilarious?)

fijiangirl said...

I have to disagree with you on this. I love August! I was married in August and had my first child in August. It is a great month for me! August is still summer not fall. Sometimes September feels like summer.

Emmie said...

I think you should tell your sis-in-law:
"Since August is practically fall, I will practically wear my bridesmaid dress."

Emmie said...

Oops. I forgot that you're one of the lucky ones who doesn't have to wear a bridesmaid dress.

Word verification: keeapoo

BowlerGirl said...

How did you get out of having to wear the dress? is what I want to know. And I totally feel your pain. It has been blistering and humid out here. I broke down and turned on BOTH of our air conditioning units this last week. I could no longer take sticking to the toilet seat when I needed to pee.

Azúcar said...

Lisha was kind enough to convince her that since I was doing the cake and am quite busy with work and parenting, it really wasn't necessary to keep me as a bridesmaid. It worked! I was unformally unasked and it was marvelous. She was relieved since she thought all three of the sisters needed to be bridesmaids and they were scrambling to find a matching groomsman (she's very traditional.) I was relieved since I didn't want to wear the expensive dress and yes, the cake is QUITE enough.