the longest day
Well, the longest day of the year is done. In past years I had gone to Golden Gardens, or at least Green Lake, to take in the last, 10 p.m. rays of the solstice. But this year, feeling less sentimental and profound about it all (though not wholly lacking sentimentality or profundity), I merely set up the canvas armchair (with drink holder) in my front yard and read about baseball, then the daily comics, then the last-ever Angel comic (from IDW comics). And the darn sun went down quicker than expected; the 75 degree day cooled to where I got a light sweatshirt, and by 9:40 it was "gloaming," not the bright glare I'd expected 'til 10.
Oh, well. Tons of evening sunshine lies ahead, and hopefully a real summer. I hate all the whining people do about the weather, and how "spring never came" (oh yeah it did) and "summer's not here" (sure it is). People love to complain, and I do it too, but how can you ever be happy if it's your default mode?
Oh, well. Tons of evening sunshine lies ahead, and hopefully a real summer. I hate all the whining people do about the weather, and how "spring never came" (oh yeah it did) and "summer's not here" (sure it is). People love to complain, and I do it too, but how can you ever be happy if it's your default mode?