August 12. It is getting seriously close now to the end of summer. All the stores are advertising school supplies, swimming pools are posting their closing dates, and department stores have their fall and winter clothes on display.
The problem is, I'm just not ready.
And while I realize that the calendar does not pause to consider my personal feelings on the matter, it remains a true fact that I cannot get my mind to wrap around the idea of turning the air conditioner off or raking piles of leaves. So I'm not going there.
Instead I am staying in the blistering warm land of the Beach Boys where my destination is Kokomo and I'll have fun, fun, fun 'til my daddy takes my t-bird away.
Or it starts to snow.