The Finch Formerly Known As Gold

30 August 2004

Leaving the summer behind

Carole King's second solo record for Dimension (1004) was "School Bells Are Ringing" b/w "I Didn't Have Any Summer Romance," the perfect combination of songs for this time of year. (Inexplicably, it was released in November 1962.)

And we might as well face it: this summer is done for. The days, once fourteen and a half hours, now squeak by under thirteen; they'll be down to twelve in three weeks or so. School buses have started to appear on suburban streets. We're still seeing afternoon temperatures around 90, but that's normal for this time of year.

So how was it? Not bad. I got through another World Tour with no untoward incidents. I feel better than I did at this time last year, though I'm starting to manifest symptoms that might suggest some anxiety about my upcoming surgery, minor though it be. Still, I'm not at all inclined to turn back the clock to the Bad Old Days; for all the fun I had during those summers, it might as well rain until September.

Posted at 7:31 AM to General Disinterest


"e're still seeing afternoon temperatures around 90, but that's normal for this time of year."

What a coincidence. My classroom hit 93 degrees at 1:35 today.

I kid you not, and you read that correctly.

Posted by: Vickie at 4:35 PM on 30 August 2004

That's downright heinous. (Are you still upstairs, fifteen feet closer to the sun?)

Posted by: CGHill at 5:43 PM on 30 August 2004

Yes I am, and I don't even get the afternoon sun.

And here's a mother-loving kicker: In this age of NCLB, there's a sixth grade kid coming in who "has" to have air-conditioning. So dontchaknow that the board bought window AC's for every room that kid is in this year.

Why the hell didn't I demand things when my kids were in school?

Posted by: Vickie at 8:00 PM on 30 August 2004