My Amazing Fascination with Summer (standard:humor, 904 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: May 15 2016	Views/Reads: 2020/1411	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
If there is a time for work, then there should be plenty of time for rest. If I don’t get my rest, how can I do the work that I have to do?

It comes as a great relief to me that winter is over and summer has
stepped up and taken its rightful place. I really love summer. I am 
fascinated with all aspects associated with summer. 

Some people, like the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage, enjoy the
aspects of winter, primarily the cold. I just do not like the cold. I 
will accept a cold shoulder occasionally, but that is as far as I will 
go in the area cold. 

Winter has no aspects of fascination for me. I do not like being cold,
shivering and my nose tingling with frostbite. Winter is certainly not 
for me. 

During the wintertime, I have to wear all kinds of clothing and coats
and sweaters. In the summer time, I can relax, sit on the back porch 
with a glass of iced tea and enjoy the butterflies floating through the 
flowers. Ah, what a wonderful time summer is. 

This brings up the sharp difference between my wife and me. For some
reason she loves winter. This may have something to do with her growing 
up in upper state New York where it is snowy and wintry all the time. I 
remember visiting once in August and just about froze to death. 

But she enjoys chilly temperatures. She enjoys when the temperature
falls below 70. 

I have a basic rule in life. When the temperature falls below my age,
I'm cold. Each year it seems to be getting a little higher. 

The thing about summer is simply this; when it gets really, really hot,
I simply turn on the air conditioner, which truly works. Not so much in 
the winter. No matter how cold it is I cannot seem to get the 
temperature high enough to ward off that chilly, frosty feeling. 

I know in the middle of winter we have a holiday called “Christmas.”
Have you ever noticed how Santa Claus dresses? 

He is extremely overweight, all that insulation under his skin, plus he
wears a huge red coat with a hat. Most of the time he is also wearing 
gloves. If he really enjoyed winter, he would experience winter in the 
beauty of its rawness. 

However, summer for me has many amenities. For example, you can tell
your wife that you are going fishing and never actually get to the lake 
to do any fishing. Along the way, you see a nice area where people are 
having picnics and just sitting under some lovely trees. Basking in the 
sunlight of summer is worth all that it is made up to be. 

Summer is also the time for picnics. 

It begins with Memorial Day, which is the first picnic day of the
summer. From then on there is a picnic day set for every month of the 
summer. In fact, in July, I make sure there are two picnic days just in 
case I miss the first one. 

The beautiful thing about a picnic is you can eat with your fingers. In
the house, the wife wants me to eat with forks and spoons and all of 
that kitchenware stuff. Out on the picnic table I can eat as I am 
supposed to eat: with my fingers. 

Summer is the time to chill out. During the winter you are running here
and there and trying to catch up with this holiday and that holiday. 
Summer is the time to slow down and enjoy the sunshine. 

I am not sure why there are more holidays throughout the winter than
there are during the summer, but I sure am grateful for the person who 
set up that calendar. Summer is not celebrating this holiday and that 
holiday; summer is enjoying the outdoors as much as possible. 

Just the other day I was heading out the door and the wife called after
me and said, “Where are you going?” 

I thought about that for a moment, smiled and said, “I don't know where
I'm going.” 



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