Just when I’m getting myself all gung-ho finally (in month number 9 of the year) to start writing a blog-a-day, I miss the first of September. This is just like dieting. Miss one day and you think you might as well give the whole thing up forever. At least that’s been my personal experience.
Okay, one day gone, but I can recover from that, can’t I? Well, apparently not when the uninspiring plinky prompt wants to know the longest I’d want to live without internet access. They really need to start shaking that damned hat a little harder!! Because I’m sure I’ve answered this already. And even though I can’t remember what the hell I said exactly, it was no doubt as brilliant as anything else I’ve ever said and therefore doesn’t need to be repeated.
So I’m going to talk about September instead. It ties with October for being one of the last bearable remaining months after the summer ends and before the winter begins. It starts off with a long weekend, and even though I’m working the Saturday of it, I will then have a three day work week and leave for a holiday next Saturday. No matter that it includes driving with W. from one province, across two more and into a fourth, I’m determined to be pleasant. I don’t care if it’s cold or if it rains because that’s just a couple of great excuses for not getting out of bed. I’m taking my lap top and my i-phone and my kindle. I hope the generator can handle all the recharging I’ve got planned.
“Try to remember the kind of September
When life was slow and oh so mellow
Try to remember the kind of September
When grass was green and grain so yellow…
…no one wept except the willow..
…dreams were kept beside your pillow…
Deep in December, it’s nice to remember,
The fire of September that made us mellow.”
There – that’s the sort of September I’m having. Life is too short to contemplate any other kind.