I'm over summer.
Yeah. It's happened. I finally OVER-summered after years of being all "OH I LOVE SUMMER THE MOST! Fall sucks! Don't say Fall! It's the new F word!".
And now it's been summer for, like, three years and all I want in the fucking world is some rain and then some snow and to wear my down booties in the house without Bubba being all, "Really, dude? It's 90 degrees."
I know, my love. I FUCKING KNOW.
He hates it, too. It's not right for me to get all sweary at him about it, especially since we're both pretty sure I brought this on us myself.
Perhaps the entire state has me to blame for the drought and this bloody forever-taking hot ass muther fucking summer.
Either way, I'm over it. And in a very visible LOOK AT ME MOTHER NATURE - I'M COMPLYING act, I'm setting out to bring about fall.
Like, starting today.
I went out to that yard and I gave everything its fall pruning. And I went out to the garden and took down the tomatoes and peppers. And if this state had adequate water resources to do so, I'd wash my car, but we do not so I'm only fantasizing about it while my beloved Duchess is buried under a heap of dust and bird doo.
Also, I'll probably bake some cookies. And if that doesn't turn on some fall weather, I'll start a knitting project, plant some bulbs, make chili in the crockpot and, like carve a fucking pumpkin or something.
What else is fall-like that I can do to get some NOT-SUMMER to happen, people?
It's gross out here in California, is what I'm saying. This state is dry as a popcorn fart and I have stopped enjoying it.
A week ago though, I enjoyed the piss out of it.
|Can't catch the biggest cutthroat of one's life in winter, friends. That's something.|
|Or the biggest wild rainbow trout of one's life either.|
|It was approximately 100 degrees in this tent and that beer wasn't nearly large enough.|
|Riding this bike down the mountain in Mammoth was like descending into hell itself. But with extra sweating.|
|Why, hello Eastern Sierras. I haven't seen you in five whole minutes.|
So, yeah, it's hot here.
The yard work today was nearly my final act.
I had to lie down afterward is how bad it was. And then I had to have cocktails. You know, to cool off.
So, fall soon, then?