A friend of mine just e-mailed me and asked me how my summer's going.
Oh, yes, it's August already, but for some reason I can't grasp summer anymore. Remember when we used to refer to it as Summer and there were late night/early morning parties and days off and Frisbees and 30 packs of Tecate running out much too quickly?
Maybe I'm just getting old, or maybe it's because I'm living in Los Angeles, but summer feels a heck of a lot like most of the rest of the year, doesn't it? (Sometimes, I feel on July 4th I could take out Christmas decorations, put them on my house and people might have to refer to their calendars before they figured it out.)
That Summer Feeling. Do you know that song by Jonathan Richman? If you don't, you are missing one of the great anthems of summer vacation. Well, if you can get past his singing voice. (My mother used to pass by my room and exclaim, "Who in the world told that man he could sing?")
Remember summer songs? Songs you couldn't get out of your mind or ones they wouldn't stop playing on the radio all summer long? I'm not going into it here, because I'll surely date myself. It's just kind of sad when the only time you hear those songs is while shopping at Target for cat litter and batteries.
Hey, this is navel gazing, for sure.
Well, I'll spare you all by taking Friday off...
Coffee inspired rambling to be continued in 1998 VW Jetta headed for Yosemite. Headphones available for passengers for a small fee.