Absolutely nothing. (Ha). My apologies if you have a birthday or significant anniversary this month, but who can stand August? It’s hot and miserable and everyone complains. There is nothing good on TV, the pool is no longer refreshing and we start getting notices in the mail about what stage of watering restriction we have now entered.
I hate August. If I lived somewhere like sunny southern California, with moderate temperatures, I might have a better opinion of it. And then again, maybe not. I heard complaints about heat while I was there last week. One woman’s heat is another woman’s luxury vacation. But it doesn’t matter because I don’t live there, I live in hell. So what am I going to do about it? Decamp to the mountains, that’s what. I’ve got the pool guy, yard guy, and house sitter lined up. Moose and I are going to drive up and park our tushes next to babbling brook where trout swim by. We are going to lay in the hammock and read novels and if we get bored with that, write some. We are going to hike and eat well and drink well and forget that hell is boiling around my house. Are you jealous? You should be.
What are you plans for August? If you could go anywhere, where would you go in the month of Hell? What do you do to stay cool in August?
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I ate AUGUST. And am totally jealous. Say hi to the trout! And I’ll see you in September!!!
You ate August? All of it?
Well there is a Freudian slip. I hate it– not ate it. But thanks to this diet, I could quite cheerfully try!
I’m with you there.
I don’t mind August–I prefer hot weather to cold. Your trip to the mountains sounds lovely, Julia–I hope you and Moose have a great time!
August usually isn’t a favorite of mine. I’m not a big fan of the heat and much prefer the snowy months. This year though I am really looking forward to our upcoming trip to Banff. Just thinking about the beautiful mountains makes August so much more bearable.
Banff! Even fun to say.
Banfffffff! you are so lucky, Chris! I bet it’s gorgeous up there!
I’ve heard it’s fabulous — more jealousy!
I love August! It’s that last month of summer vacation, when you have kids in school. In the Northeast (because Southern states go back sooner, I realize). Suddenly summer matters so much more, becomes something to cling to and make the most of, and never want to end. I love hot sunny days! But we get a lot of rain in August sometimes. I got married in August, on a sweltering hot day but that just made it more memorable. Up here, weather is up and down in August. There are cool days, rainy days, and brutally hot sunny days. It’s one of my favorite months.
Okay. When you do your annual “I can’t take the snow” whine, I will remind you how wonderful Texas is at the time of year
.
Yes, you know it’s coming. I will be saying “January, February, what are they good for?” And whining! Whine whine whine. And then I will escape to go visit you and it will freaking snow. I can’t win.
the odds are firmly in your favor, Sherri. That was our one snow fall of this quarter century. Try again!!
Ti, I will hate you with abandon until about mid-September. I am sorry, it cannot be avoided if you live in the mouth of hell. But I do have a teensy bit of sympathy for you because I, too, have a dog that barks at anything and everything walking by. And my office faces the street.
-sobs-
I understand.
Please pass the bacon cheeseburgers
so I can eat away my sorrow.
Bacon cheeseburger? Why didn’t you say so? I’m back to loving you, Ti.
-Happy sigh!!-
It was awful this morning Julia.
I had to walk,
in the rain,
and cold,
exhausted,
to the bus stop,
and someone was cooking
BACON
this morning.
My mouth was watering.
But did I stop and buy a bacon butty?
(Bacon on a cob or very soft bun).
No.
I went home and had toast.
Life is cruel.
Now, I think I am headed to the store
for bacon and ground beef…
(ps happy joygasms for me…
Asda or Walmart which is the same company,
just started carrying Heinz 57)
-droooooooooool-
Wellllllllllllllllllllllllllll, do not be angry but last night, whilst working, I stepped outside for a fag (cigarette [bad habbit I know but what can I say]) and it was a misty rain and I was freeeeeeeeeeeeeeezing. I had to walk to the bus in the freeeeeeeeeeeezing rain this morning. And when I got home at almost 9 am, and went to bed, with my window open, I slept all snug deep down in my duvet.
Yeah.
Hate me.
If it is any consolation, the dogs, which were downstairs, barked all day at cats and people walking down the street and everything else doggies like barking at SO here I am at 1:30, freshly showered and bleary eyed.
Oh and with warm sockies on my footsies.
Sounds sort of fabulous actually. Although in truth I can’t complain, it’s been beautiful here in the city the past few days. So much better than Austin in the summer— but Austin does have its moments!
My husband has been to Austin. I think his main memory stands on the fact that every other corner was a DQ.
It’s a fabulous city — just not in August. And I miss DQ’s not so many of them up here. Now you’ve made me want a steak finger basket.
Really?? I have lived here a very long time and I couldn’t tell you where one DQ was. Now driving across Texas, that’s another story. They are in every little town.
It’s over in East Austin somewhere isn’t it?