Whatever Happened to Spring Time?

Man. It is crazy hot outside! 113 degrees, if you're in the sun. Ouch. So here I am, making another attempt to cool myself off a bit, eating a popcickle while I write up this post. Rather oddly shaped thing, this is.. Almost a pyrimid, but not quite, and its one of those kind where your fingers go numb hanging onto it while you squeeze it up outa the wrapper thing. But it's 100% cold and tastes like strawberry, so hey, I'll take it!

It's amazing how things that seem to take forever just suddenly jump out at us from seemingly nowhere when they finally come. Like summer. Just last week it was those lovely comfortable spring temps that I love and I was walking around outside in 65-75 degree weather. Then all of the sudden without warning, it's summer! Whoa there.
I find it the same every year- all winter I'm longing for summer to come, and when it gets here, I suddenly stop and wonder "Okay, now why did I want this again?"

Now I know this sounds like something that would be more suited for Bo's blog than what you would think for mine, but to be honest, I guess I'm just not really that excited for summer to come this year. I know, sad, right? I duno... It's not like I hate summer, but I'm not that overly happy for it's sudden appearance, either. It's too unbearably hot to go outside unless you're at the water park or the beach, youth group is ending after next week and won't start again until September, and the same with Teen Teams (the homeschool teenage sports weekly get together thingy). Despite what one would think, it always seems so much harder to hang out with friends during the summer months... The weekly cool activities are out 'till the school year starts up again and people are always leaving on vacations. *sighs* Yet, I guess I shouldn't be so down on the whole deal... there is after all still that glimmer of joy that sometimes seems like the only thing I ever look forward to in the summer (well, besides the water park) *glances at Camp Hope brochure*. I suppose all my anti-summer attitude will fade eventually though. Looking back on it, I seem to get slightly depressed at the begining of summer every year, and then by the end of August, I realize it wasn't all so bad after all and that I'll actually miss it. Happens every time. Seriously. I don't really know WHY...but it does. It seems like I should be able to look back on previous summers and see why it was that I ended up enjoying them after all, but I can't seem to. It's like it's there in the back of my head, but in a locked vault that I can't seem to open. In the archives folder, but the file is corrupted and cannot be accessed. I'll see the light at the end of the tunnel eventually. July 28th. Hope to see you there!