I spent a 108 degree, summer day on the papasan chair(the official sick bed of the CyniSister Family) with a quilt on top of me and an afghan on top of that, freezing! My throat had a rock in it yesterday and today it is just soar enough for me not to want to talk. I'm using body language and hand gestures with the kids partly because it hurts to talk, but also because I like to experiment with communication. They pay attention better when I don't talk. Isn't that funny?
It's officially August and everyone is tired of the heat. This is the time of year when I try to enjoy it the most. I think back to February and how I longed to feel the heat of the sun scorch my skin. I looked so forward to not bundling in a thousand layers to step outside my door. I will, of course, enjoy sledding again but remember the numbness in my fingers and toes.
Today will be a sun worshipping summer celebration if I have anything to do with it. I don't feel well enough to go to the gym, but I will hang clothes on the line and play in the sprinkler while it waters our front lawn, all while wearing a tank top and soaking up the rays because I know these days are numbered.
September is coming and with it Autumn, my favorite time of year. But I would be remiss not to pay a yearly tribute to our green grass, blue skies and warm sunny days of freedom.
"Nothing lasts forever" is both a statement of comfort and of warning.
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