Where Did My Summer Go?

It is now mid August and I have to wonder: What happened to summer? After a crippling heat wave that destroyed the front lawn (and will probably guarantee me a few skin tumours later in life for all the time I spent in the sun), I find myself going out at night with a sweater on just to stay warm. I would like to point out that I'm not complaining, just sort of idly curious, I may not like the oppressiveness of the 30+ Celsius degree heat that lasted almost three weeks, but I am even less enamoured of the biting cold that I have to guard myself against every winter.

When I look back over the last two months, I can't even remember anything I did that screams out 'hooray'. I worked, that's it. Ok, ok, I nearly broke my ankle at a friend's birthday party and was in so much pain I blacked out for a couple of minutes (which freaked people out enough that they called an ambulance), but that hardly qualifies as a good time; although working my way through the last four bottles of beer from the six pack I brought made up for it - a bit.

Summer is viewed by many as a time to relax, and I have no idea why. I only used to like it when I was a kid because it meant I was out of school, which I can now say that I hated with the white hot intensity of a thousand suns. I find now, however, that my favourite time of year is the fall, and if I can arrange it, I am going to use up the five weeks of vacation time that I have banked up to enjoy it to the best of my ability (and as my budget allows). To that end I have decided to spend a week in Montreal this year, my sister lives there with two of her friends, and as such I will have three potential tour guides who can steer me around the town and help me maximise the enjoyment of my stay there.

Here's hoping, at any rate, that the last of the reasonably good weather holds until the first week of September.