Hello Mr. Summer

The scent of barbecue lingers. Bellies are full. Skin is a little sore from the places not quite covered by sunscreen that was haphazardly slicked over shoulders. Yes, another Memorial Day weekend is drawing to a close. Summer is here...at least unofficially. At some point during your holiday revels, I hope you were able to take a minute to give thanks for those who made the ultimate sacrifice for our freedom. If it weren't for them, we'd all be dancing to someone else's tune today.

Meanwhile, late last night we returned from our excursion to the river. The experience made me feel a strange sense of empathy for a pot roast. Baked until well done, thank you very much.

After I  bathed about a pound of dirt off Indy, he grabbed his favorite toy and happily sat next to one of our most treasured modern conveniences...

Ahhhhhh. Now doesn't that feel good?

Bogey wasn't as annoyed as usual about being left behind. His attitude radiated superiority as we dragged in our coolers, dirty clothes, and sweaty bodies. Silly people. Who camps for 3 days in 98 degree heat?

After a glorious long shower and liberal application of anti-itch medication to my numerous bug bites and poison ivy, I felt human enough to dictate a short message:

Hello, Mr. Summer. Glad to see you back. I'm looking forward to spending some more time together, but could you please be a pal and bring down the heat about 10 degrees or so? Your cooperation would be much appreciated. Thank you!

It's back to work tomorrow for me. Time to catch up and dream about what next weekend will bring. Don't you just love a four-day work week?