
(Photo credit: Olga)
Heat, ma’am! it was so dreadful here, that I found there was nothing left for it but to take off my flesh and sit in my bones.
~Sydney Smith, Lady Holland’s Memoir
It is June 21st and Summer is officially upon us. This year the date holds no special magic, Summer temperatures roughly pushed Spring aside many weeks ago. How ironic then that today, at least in my corner of the world, the high temperature is predicted to be 81 degrees and it is an absolutely gorgeous Spring-like morning? No matter the heat or humidity, Summertime has begun. And with the seasonal change comes a desire to make lists, set goals, plan events. I know everyone is not like this and I find no fault in you if that be the case. I have come to acknowledge that I am a seasonal list maker and a voyeur when it comes to the lists of others.
Recently Debi posted her Summer Goals. I laughed and cried with her as I read it, seeing the reflection of a kindred spirit in her desire to accomplish a mountain of tasks–some pleasant and some that can only be defined as “work”–while acknowledging that Summer is fleeting and in the end much will be left undone. Her bold foray into Summer list-making touched off my own mental list which will now be made public, so that you too can have your chance to scoff at the kind of goal-setting dementia whose blame I lay squarely at the feet of the hot Summer sun.


