…A whole heap of trouble. Oh, there were a few smiles too. My son turned 15 and we took in an afternoon triple A ballgame in downtown Charlotte. My daughter turned 20 and we took in a whole day at the North Carolina Zoo. Both days were gorgeous and we couldn’t have asked for more perfect weather.
But then, May turned on me and I was ready to dropkick her to the moon.
The water heater went out on Memorial Day. It took two days to get it replaced. Two days later, the A/C went out. Heat is one thing. I’ve lived in the South all my life and I have no qualms with heat. My problem is with humidity and even having lived in the South all my life, humidity is a bitch and she knows it. The heat in the house I could handle. The humidity drove me up the freakin’ wall. And in the middle of the day when it’s cooler outside than inside… We’re being evaluated for a new A/C system tomorrow.
If y’all have the winning lotto numbers, I could sure use them.
Add in an abundance of hot flashes and night sweats, thanks to Ms. Menopause and my happy pills were pushed to their limits of what even they could tolerate.
I need a vacation. A few days away. No kids. No husband. No animals. No cooking dinner, washing clothes, cleaning toilets, mopping floors. Nothing but me, my laptop, a notebook, coffee, and room service.
Anyone own a hotel? A resort? A cabin in the woods? A shack with cross-ventilation?
A couple of months ago, I had to cancel attending my favorite con… Lori Foster’s Readers/Authors Get Together. It’s happening next week in Cincinnati and if you’ve never been, you should be on the look out for it next year. You’d have a blast. I always do. But I had some things going on when I had to cancel and even if I hadn’t then, I would certainly have had to now.
May is not my friend. She poses as my friend, but she’s not. She’s a wicked girl and disguises her deception in pretty flowers and green grass and wonderful temperatures that beckon one to dismiss all work and play outside. She tempts with sweet tea filled mason jars, lemon and berry tarts, sexy men in jeans without shirts, and long days lit with fireflies.
But, I am not say to see May go. Truth be told, I’ll be glad when summer is over and I have the beauty and wonder of autumn to play in, to work in, to recoup in…
Crazy question… What is your favorite season? What is your best month?