August laughs at us. And it isn't a kind laugh. If the months were sisters, she is the tall hefty one who pushes us over in the dirt, sits on us, and thinks it's hilarious. Every year she comes and tries to dry us out until we shrivel up, hypnotizing us the whole time with cicadas' heavy drone. Soon, the trees and grass will all succumb, and submissively turn brown and crispy. My car's air conditioning simply can't compete. I'm drenched with sweat, no matter where I go. I love it. I say, bring it, August. Summer is so worth a fight to the end.
Yesterday, my niece and I were swinging together. I was leaning way back, and she was draped over me, using me as a kind of hammock. It was way too hot for this kind of closeness, but so we swung. Her sticky face was pressed into my sticky neck, and she was humming and singing. All of the sudden, she pushed her face into my neck very hard, and we had the following conversation:
Shiloh (muffled): Un mif you nntee.
Me: what?
Shiloh (muffled, more emphatic): In muf you nntee!
Me (having deduced her meaning, feeling sentimental by the moment): Oh, I love you too, Shiloh!
Shiloh (face no longer in neck,) No. I bit you, Auntie.
Of everyone I know, she is the one I can predict the least... she is an adventure all her own.
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very funny! I clipped a newspaper article today (doesn't that alone make me SO old!?) to save for Moriah's baby book which proclaims this July as the 4th hottest month since the 1800's when weather records began - over 20 days were 90+ degrees here, August is predicted to offer more of the same... but then I'll spend it with a tiny baby girl in floppy summer hats and dresses, and that will be better :)
ReplyDeleteI love your way with words. :)
ReplyDeleteMiss Shiloh is HILARIOUS!