Dog Days of Summer

I believe the title to this post is suppose to mean those hot August days where you only feel like laying on the front porch much like a hound dog. That's a bit how I've been feeling the last couple of weeks. It's not the heat that has me hanging my head low but the slow acceptance that the season's coming to an end. I'm just not ready for it. I could complain about the lack of hot days here, and not feeling true summer, but I've never been one to like the hot-hot days. I won't complain about the lack of hot days bring in business as customers A/C units fail. It would have been good for business but it just wouldn't be right to wish that on anyone.

I guess it's just a low level sense of melancholy. I can sense the days getting shorter. The trees are starting to tip their hands about what they've planned for the next few weeks. It reminds me of my sister comment when we were young that she wished she could glue all the leaves on the trees so they wouldn't fall off.

I've been trying to kick my own butt out of this mood. I haven't achieved much in that effort but interesting enough over the past couple of days I keep running into things that remind one of the seasons of the year and the circle of life.

A dear blogger has decided that she has said what she wanted to share and was done blogging. I take this to mean she's moving on to other adventures and new goals, which is great. I hope she stays with us and keeps commenting and visiting. I have my wonderful Afghan she made (that I've already been cuddling in at night) to keep her wonderful smiling attitude near me. Thanks again Happyone.

I got the greatest gift this morning in my email when I logged in at work.

Here's your circle of life kids. Look at this beauty.



Olivia Faith was born to our dear Miss Purdue on Friday. As Mom says...

"Born on Friday 22nd August 2008 at 3:40pm after a short but intense 3 hour labour. No drugs for Mum or Dad!!"

And:

"She is beautiful and I love her despite the fact that she tried to kill me (who says you forget the pain of labour?)"

I'm a first time blog-uncle, how sweet is that? I can't positively tell you how Miss Purdue and I found each other. I'm pretty sure it was one of my afternoons of clicking randomly on "next Blog" on blogger when I came across her site. What a wonderful bit of kismet that was. I'd puff out my chest and hand out cigars if any of you were about. Go send Mum & Dad some love, would ya ?

My Dear Bon, at Bon's Time Out writes about the loss of a dear friend taken too young. A young woman who clearly had so much more to give but ran out of time. Bon's response to this is to take action, which is no surprise to me. I'll love you even more if you click over to Bon's site and support her with some love.

When I hit the post office tonight on the way home from work I noticed an very elderly man in a motorized wheel chair with an oxygen tank on the back of his chair with the tube running to his face. I noticed him because he was in the roadway and it freaked me out a bit. I finished depositing the mail and turned back to look. He seemed to be fighting with something thin and shining caught up in the bushes next to him. I thought it was his tibe so I walked over to asked if he needed help. He replied: "If I could get this f***ing thing outta the bush I could keep movin on" He was trying to get a discarded cassette tape out of the bush by pulling on the loose tape. This guy was out in his chair with a extension gripper cleaning up garbage on his block. I snagged the cassette and put it in his bag. By the time I'd done that I already knew he lived in the blue house on the corner, had lived there since 1972, and his daughter Kelly and her no-good boyfriend could go to hell. His name is Walt. I shook his hand and will watch for him from now on.

So it's the season of change, one I've never had 'in me front pockets'. I'm always resistant to it but rarely disappointed. I'll muddle through and continue to try and kick my rear in gear. If any of you wanna come take a shot, I'd love the company.