And Labor Day 2017 is in the books. I know I am the exception, but I am always glad to see summer go. I much prefer Labor Day over Memorial Day. For the reasons I do not love summer, well they are possibly inherent. I am the only child of six who was born in summer. My mother told me that the August I was born was one of the hottest ever experienced in Cincinnati. She told me that the day I was born, she was at Mt. Airy Forest with my dad and four older siblings, kicking a ball around. Later that day, due to excessive heat, she sat in a tub of ice-water.
I am sure my dis-love of summer is also environmental. My hair and skin have never been a friend of humidity. Also, I have lived in a non-air-conditioned house for 21 years. I have also lived in this house that requires constant summer work; mowing, weeding, planting and then more mowing, weeding and clean-up. Those are very often the reasons that I am not on a boat on Memorial Day weekend or Fourth of July or my birthday. And by Labor Day weekend, I am ready to be done with all of that. See ya later, summer.