bid farewell to the dog days of summer |
“Man, I hate Labor Day!” he snarled then stalked back to his cubicle to mourn the passing of summer and I couldn’t help but wonder why it mattered. Climate controlled buildings with no windows don’t know weather. Then I went for a walk on my lunch break, and decided to experience the seasons. I’m going to swim until the water is warmer than the air then I’m going to dig out my rollerblades and wear down the wheels and find out where to catch a hayride and bob for apples while dressed as a ghoul. I’m going to deep fry a turkey and host the whole family then put on my sweats for a game of touch football in the yard and see who can go highest in the swing before ejecting into a pile of waiting leaves I’m going to learn to ice-skate and build a massive snow fort then go cross-country skiing and have a caroling party and greet the New Year from Times Square I'm going to take a sleigh ride in Vermont with my valentine then come home to fly kites in an open field and dance in the warm rain while hiding colorful plastic surprise-filled eggs Before I know it, long days of sunshine will return. Then my friend can emerge from his cubicle and brush up on his golf game and finish working on his house, maybe even enjoy some fireworks. I grabbed a quick sandwich on my way back to the office then ate it at my desk while I checked my voice mail, returned calls and read the new email from my boss about mandatory overtime effective in September. “Man I hate Labor Day!” I muttered to myself then stalked to the copy machine as I mourned the passing of summer. |