My sister calls and emails daily the last few days of July and the first few of August. Each beginning of August I get blue. Terribly so. By the time September rolls around I usually snap out of it. Don't know why. Just the way I am.
It's hot and humid. I hate to close the house up for a/c, so it's nice now that I'm the only one home to just let the fan blow in the open window.
The garden is overgrown and unruly. My hair is frizzy and my head aches. My sons and husband have vacation plans (they are on the West Virginia border with Pennsylvania, Maryland on the way to North Carolina and just landed in Indiana today). I am home in my August funk, all alone.
On tap: laundry, organizing and painting. The wake of chaos they leave when packing for vacation is overwhelming, especially the younger son, who left most of the contents of his dorm room in my living room. Knowing this disturbs me, he actually made an effort. Still...
No food in house. Eating whatever is left over or growing in the garden. Already threw away three small loaves of bread covered in mold. Two onion bagels are the next to be tossed. Two bananas are reaching overripe status.
I should make a decision to enjoy August this year. Not even sure where to begin with that one. No, I don't care for August. I may well hide away until September.
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Unitarian Universalist Service Committee