So thinking, he slept. And, sleeping, put an end to summer, 1928
I remember hating Dandelion Wine when we had to read it in 8th grade, and then really enjoying it when I reread it later. I had a stomach flu today and missed work and just read it all day. It makes me miss summer like woah. Not this type of summer, summers before I started working, when I could lose track of the days and the only thoughts I had were about which vacation I was going on next. Even last summer when I had a regular job felt Dandelion Wine-ish, cause there was still plenty of playing, and seeing people, and spur-of-the-moment plans. I feel like i've been a hermit this summer- I got to work, go to the barn, go to sleep. I have to work nights and weekends. I have to sell my horse to pay tuition. This doesn't feel like Summer. Being home and not seeing any friends is worse than being at school and not seeing anyone, cause at least there I could comfort myself with the thought that it was not my fault. And now it's the end of summer and I've done nothing but work at a job I hate. I miss Dandelion Wine summers. Did I really change that much in a year?