August, die she must
Funny how I manage to miss summer each year.
Goes by in a blink. Memorial Day to Labor Day and it's done.
Did take two fun vacations, though -- to Michigan and Boston. Nice. Memorable.
And it's been a summer to reconnect. Old high school friends. Several in a row. I will say it again: at the end of the day life's richest rewards are relationships.
I always associate August with endings. Summer passes to unofficial autumn. Lazy days give way to responsibility. Nixon resigns.
Like Congress, I always wanted to take August off. It's hot here, oppressively so, and you don't feel like doing a darn thing. As it is, we put it in fifth gear and take off.
Speaking of which, I have a fun little trip in mind. I think I'll drive out to the other (incorporated) Halls in West Tennessee. "Jake hangs out in the other Halls." I think it will be a hoot.
Might just be the perfect ending to a good summer. One that I managed to miss this year.