Well, I Sure Ain't Ready Yet
September twenty-first.
End of summer.
Bollocks, sez I.
Not that it being fifty two degrees in southern Kentucky made it any easier yesterday morning.
Dammit, I'm on my way down to visit my Dad in Florida, and we're gonna get into a swimming pool.
What summery things do you still want to get done this year? Or, if you've already resigned yourself to fate, what fallish things are you starting to do now? (I do admit that, when we get back up to Michigan, it's a trip to the Franklin Cider Mill for me.)
End of summer.
Bollocks, sez I.
Not that it being fifty two degrees in southern Kentucky made it any easier yesterday morning.
Dammit, I'm on my way down to visit my Dad in Florida, and we're gonna get into a swimming pool.
What summery things do you still want to get done this year? Or, if you've already resigned yourself to fate, what fallish things are you starting to do now? (I do admit that, when we get back up to Michigan, it's a trip to the Franklin Cider Mill for me.)