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?