It takes a lot of courage to release the familiar and seemingly secure, to embrace the new.
But there is no real security in what is no longer meaningful.
There is more security in the adventurous and exciting, for in movement there is life, and in change there is power.
Alan Cohen
"Outside of a dog, a book is a man's best friend.
Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read."
Groucho Marx
The doors we open and close each day decide the lives we live.

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Musings .. Summer - the Best of Times

I remember when people referred to Sundays as the Day of Rest.
My dad did ..
He would work Monday through Friday, Saturday was for errands and fixing things around our house  and  Sunday he would just hang out.
Summer Sundays we would swim in our lake, go to Dairy Queen after dinner, watch fireflies.
I remember when those summers were the best times .. mosquito bites and all.

Then there were the Summer Sundays when my own children were small.
We would rent houses at the beach , they took swimming lessons in the Bay, we would ride the Fire Island Ferry to town or drive to the Hamptons for a day of shopping or just beach walking.
Those stand out in my mind now as the Best of Times.

Now we live in Argentina.
It is Summer.
While my family and friends are talking about Winter and looking forward to Spring,  I look forward to Fall.
Fall is such a welcome respite from the heat that even if it is not the same as those New England brightly colored Autumns, it is welcome.
Even Winter here is beautiful, still green, still comfortable, you can walk and be out all the time, almost always.

You take a walk here on an Autumn or winter night, the air is crisp and chilly.
You take a deep breath and smell wood smoke.
The parillas with their fires going, fireplaces in homes, it is wonderful .. the scent of Cold Weather .
Wherever I am , wherever I go, this is a scent memory that will never be lost.

But for now, it is Summer.
A Long Hot Summer if there ever was one.
We have not gone out, unless it was completely necessary.
It is a holiday weekend and stores are closed, people are gone, I think there are more tourists here than residents !
And we don't want to go out. We hide from the heat , my freckles beg me to stop adding on and the air conditioners groan when we come into the room .. oh no, not again ! they cry .
Of course, one of them will have to be a problem ... deciding to drip. Inside.
Now my beautiful bedroom has a bucket and a towel on the floor.

Summer was nice, let's move on now, shall we ?

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