( Apologies if the Grease song is now stuck in your head!)
I’m not the biggest fan of summer. I mean I like it, and during the frigid days of February, I dream about it. Summer is probably tied for second with winter in my lineup of favorite seasons (#1 is fall, #4 is spring because allergies). I like being able to enjoy outside in the shoulder months of the season, but here in New England, July and August often are grossly humid and hot. Apologies to those who live far South from me and have humidity for more months. I cannot imagine how you survive.
The past few weeks have been filled with that hot, humid weather that has you sweating just from breathing. Despite this, it’s been some of the best few weeks of summer I can remember. Museum visits, lunches outdoors, walks on the less sticky days, reading outside on my swing in the backyard. We finally went blueberry picking as a family, which was tons of fun.
This past weekend, we spent a lot of time indoors in the air conditioning being lazy, which was glorious by itself too. I posted over on Twitter a few Saturdays ago that hot summer Saturdays look a lot like cold winter Saturdays– lots of inside time in the A/C, reading and binge watching a show ( a few weeks ago we got sucked into some HGTV marathons and hunger pains was the only thing that broke us out of it– and got us out of the house!)
Shamefully, I haven’t made it to the beach yet, which is slightly embarrassing since there is one about a 10 minute walk from my work and I drive by at least 3 on my commute. I remember we practically lived at the beach each summer when we were kids ( probably because it was inexpensive!) and as an adult I think of ten other things I could be doing since the ocean is always there– definitely something I take for granted.