“There’s no time to waste. Every day there needs to be movement on something” -Desirée Rogers
I just read an article about Ms. Rogers (she's the social secretary for Mrs. Obama)... pretty interesting read.
While I don't normally listen to the radio during my morning commute, I've been tuning in this week. The station I listen to doesn't have commercials, and the morning DJs play more music than they talk (thank goodness). This morning, however, they asked us: What Screams Summer to you? They mentioned the ice cream man, bug zappers, and the smell of honeysuckle (I completely agree with that last sentiment). I also think of Citris Mango Heats (mmm), berry pies, birthday parties, and mild nights.
Last night turned out to be the epitome of a summer night. We all went to the local Minor League Baseball game, drank beers, and ate some hot dogs. Two people from our group were called onto the field for youthful shenanigans (spin around a bat 10 times and run to the team mascot), and we all learned a new way to eat peanuts. I have never in my life considered eating a peanut whole. I mean: Shell and All. But it's not horrible.
Our team lost (boo), but we had a great time. The best part: the night cost me $13.50 in a tickets for me and J, and concessions for me. Total. Yeah - it was a great time.
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Summer has been a very regional thing to me.
ReplyDeleteIn Milwaukee summer is festival season at the lakeshore - always something going on. And biking to Kopps for frozen custard.
In Charlotte when I was younger it was time for street baseball with the neighbors, biking or rollerblading to downtown Matthews to generally hang out, drink Sundrop and put pennies on the railroad tracks. Does it get anymore Southern small town than that?
Through college and beyond in the south summer was a time of mornings and evenings - the day got lost to work. But aimless wandering around cities and parks at night after work or on weekend mornings (usually the only non hot as hell times of the day) slowed down the rush of college or work life for me. And the sound of cicadas - that is the sound of a southern summer to me.
Finally, summer out in the northwest is basically a time of gluttony of the outdoors - take in as much outside time as possible before the rainy season returns. The persistent weather perfection occaisionally leads to a hint of ennui, but then there's a day of cloudiness to reset the appreciation of the sun.