Lazy Hot Summer

Just like when i was a kid, i am wasting my summertime weekends waking up up late in the mornings, taking long afternoon naps and catching up whatever is good on TV.

For the first time in five years, I am actually working during the daytime hours now instead of the evening hours of two thirty until eleven at night. For most of my fifteen years in my profession, I have always worked the evening shift with a little bit of night schedule thrown in. It's strange having to work these daytime hours again. For one thing, I have to contend with the blaring deet-deet-deet of my alarm clock in the morning. Having to go to bed early is a challenge, too, since it doesn't get dark until about eight or eight thirty. I imagined myself having more time to do chores, cook and run errands and finish a short story or two. Unfortunately, domestic work has to wait until the weekend, the stove top use reduced to maybe once or twice during the week and the tales still incubating inside my head. I did make some headwind though, and wrote about one thousand words one day last week. If I were to follow the format, I have about five or six thousand more words to go. i've forgotten how much a day job takes up your time and everything else has to be saved for the weekend.

The unseasonably hot weather is no help either. On weekends when it would be lovely to do some gardening, I often find myself on our bed, snoozing. Don't get me wrong. I force myself to clean the house at least once a week and do our laundry but with the unrelenting heat, it makes everything cumbersome. I rue the days when I have to stop at the store after getting off work at three in the afternoon to get some last minute groceries. I may sound too whiny but really, I am not. I would always take 105 degree weather over a miserable thirty degrees. days, I merely feel like my brain is fried all the time. Hence, I am sluggish and judgment- impaired on deciding whether I should lay my head down or pull the weeds that are viciously overtaking our once lovely backyard garden.

July is almost to a close. i don't know what August will bring. Yet, if these dying days of this month is any indication, I will be looking forward to catching more forty winks, take outs and a nature's preserve outside the back of my house.