Wait, have I posted about this before? Possibly. ‘Cause I sometimes feel so strongly about how much I hate summer, that I just have to vent. Or, perhaps it’s that summer hates me — either way…this is why…
- I burn, then it fades back to white
- Ice cream hurts my tummy
- I hate to sweat
- My feet hurt
- Planes are loud
After this month’s events unfolded, I have a renewed hatred of the blasted month of August.
I spent lots of time weeding, mowing and pruning my garden, only to burn so I couldn’t sit out and enjoy the results.
Then, I developed plantar faschitis. I had to Google my symptoms. The articles might as well have said, “You wore sandals, didn’t you? Then you walked for miles in the heat, ignoring those little twinges. Serves you right for ignoring your arches!” Now I hate Google — so self-righteous!
Next, the Abbotsford International Airshow flew into town. It has been loud planes practicing all week overhead, and this weekend the traffic is busy…and it’s HOT! I do enjoy watching the planes, but I have seen so many almost accidents with distracted drivers slowing to view the planes overhead. And they are LOUD! So, I hate the Abbotsford Airshow too…okay, that’s probably because I’ve never gone.
This weekend is a stinker; so, I tried to cool off with a refreshing drink, and ended up scrubbing down my entire kitchen. That’s a whole ‘nother story.
So, yes, right now I’m hating summer, but the year ain’t over. Come winter, I will be sharing how much I hate slipping on the ice, burning my mouth on hot chocolate, and fighting crowds in the mall.