Ho-kay; done with the dreams. Moving on now.
Its summer, the time of year we follow the sun running like fools until we drop in front of the BBQ pit at 8 o’clock at night in our best imitation of Wonder Woman. No matter it’s not dark for another hour or so, the clock is still ticking and there’s fun to be had.
Well this year I’m opting out. In honor of my grandmothers’ legacies, I’m going more Southern Lady in the Shade, sweet tea in one hand, sewing needles in the other. I’m done trying to reach marketing geniuses ideas of summer fun. I live in south Texas where temperatures are still hovering around 100 degrees at 10:30 at night. Nuff said.
Climate change or cyclical anomalies, whatever, never seem to be factored into TV commercials; and it’s a crying shame manufacturers are trying to sell uncontrollable joy and the ultimate outdoor gladiator experience in this kind of heat.
Greed is the sweaty little merchandise king with the leather whip driving this maniacal ship, and I want off!
I’m headed back inside my tortoise shell with the air blasting. I’m going to OD on Discovery ID Crime and Food Network Cooking shows. I’m going to sew until Charlotte, my Bernina, screams. I’m going to quilt until my fingers bleed. I’m going to make about 1,000 salads and learn my way around Cool Whip cakes and Jello Fluffs.
I’m not going to try to keep up with anyone.
I don’t care what anyone else thinks.
I’m pulling the plug on social politeness.
Stand back girls, I’m going in!