Way back in the dark ages, when I was a kid, there was a popular song called “Those Lazy, Hazy, Crazy Days of Summer.” Anybody remember that one? I do remember having beautiful, hot summer days with blue skies and big puffy white clouds rolling in every afternoon. I remember sitting on an inner tube floating around the lake with girlfriends and just doing nothing except giggle and laugh and taking in the sun.
Then the Fourth of July would arrive and we knew it was downhill from there. Summer was half over and it wouldn’t be long and we’d have to start thinking about going back to school. But by the time September rolled around we’d all be ready for getting back in the routine and back to the friends we hadn’t seen all summer. We’d had our dose of sunshine and vitamin D, hot weather and sleeping in every morning, and drive-in movies until the wee hours on the weekends. Not that summers weren’t exciting, but in a different way.
The Fourth of July has come and gone. In these parts, the major problem is that we really haven’t had any summer yet. The weatherman better hurry up and produce something before the snow starts to fly again or I’m going to fire him.
The Fourth of July is summer’s Christmas, or at the very least, July is summer’s version of December. Substitute gin and tonics for Tom and Jerrys or beer for eggnog, buy fireworks in place of presents, and hang the stars and stripes rather than greens..
Celebrate! Make merry! Party hearty! Let the good times roll! Heaven knows our spot on the planet is dying for some honest to goodness exuberance. After a dastardly dose of below-zero blizzard stuff at the end of winter followed by record flood and mud, plus a miserably cold spring and then lots of rain and more flood and mud, we could use some extra jolly in our July.
Nobody expects “lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer” in these parts anymore – at least not in the plural. (We are not greedy people.) We know we’re lucky to score one hellacious-hot, four-day weekend during the whole summer season and we’re OK with that. The problem is, if not in July – when?