It's the last day of August. I'm so glad. I cannot tell you how glad I am. Because I have no idea why, August is always an odd month for me. I have no idea why. There are months that I just love, like June. I love June, because that's my birth month. I love March for spring and St. Patrick's Day. January is when the daffodils bloom. September is my mother's birth month. But August, oh that's a different story.
During August, everything slows down. Not in a nice pleasant way when people stop to smell the roses. No, it slows down where you're in a hurry to go somewhere, but you have this Swedish family in front of you taking pictures of a North Beach bakery. You use the limited Swedish you know from your late grandmother to say excuse me, but they don't understand. You want to jump up and down and yell "Bork bork bork!" to see if that will get your attention, but resist.
In August people are tired of the heat. It's worn off its new car smell. People are tired of the heat. They also get overwhelmed by littlest things: when the air conditioning doesn't work, a person might not know how to work a fan. It's back to school time, but you can't find the specific crayons the teacher wants or number 2 pencils. Or the only place they sell these things are miles and miles away, and you debate if you ask the teacher for gas money. Then you might feel guilty about this because let's face it, teachers don't make much money. Or your father wants Alice in Wonderland for his birthday. But it's not the new AIW; not even the Disney version. No, this is the version you wouldn't mind seeing yourself with Cary Grant as the Mock Turtle and WC Fields as Humpty Dumpty. But you look and look, and you cannot find this movie. Your father is recovering from surgery and not in the greatest of moods. And you wonder, wow, I really can't win.
Yes, the latter is about me. It's just been an odd month. My dad stayed with me for several days. We'd been talking about him living here full time, and let's say this: it didn't go well. We're so different yet alike in so many ways. But he's set in his ways. I try to stay open. I don't know what's going to happen with him. I know I have no control over it.
It didn't help matters that just when Dad arrived, construction workers started working to improve the foundation on my building. This means I get to hear jackhammers, sledge hammers, and all sorts of noises outside. It starts around eight, and it feels like it will never end. What made it exta special fun was that they blocked access to the laundry room, so laundry backed up and was all around my living room, for I didn't have time to go to the laundrette.
On one of my credit cards the automatic renewal expired. I completely forgot but when I did remember, I called my credit card company then set up another payment plan, but didn't have my check info. I asked if I could call back and give them the info. They said sure, they would say something in the computer that I called. It took me a while to find my checkbook, but a hour later my credit card company called. Apparently the first customer serivce person didn't make a note on the computer. Then the second person said "If you paid your bill on time, we wouldn't have to call you." I was ready to put the phone down and primal scream.
So last night I was on BART after a long appointment and I checked my twitter feed. There was much talk about Clint Eastwood and a chair. I had to bite my lip from laughing. He talked to an empty chair that was supposed to represent Obama. I looked at it and thought man, do I dare make fun of this? There was part of me that wanted to. I even shared pictures of empty chairs on facebook. But when I watched it I thought oh Clint. August got to you, didn't it? Your brain gets fuzzy during August. You don't think logically. You're ready for summer to be over. You don't realize you're opening yourself to so many jokes and so many comparisons to Neil Diamond's "I Am I Said."
Oh August, you've done your work. Let's procced to summer.
Causes Jennifer Gibbons Supports
Gilda's Club, Greenpeace, Rosie's Broadway Kids,Westwind Foster Family Agency, Amber Brown Fund, Linda Duncan Fund for Contra Costa Libraries