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Return of the Last Week

Does that seem cryptic?  Like, oh, god, what sort of “Last Week” are you describing?  Hummm, maybe a little cryptic, but that because I come from a different time and place, not unlike a certain traveler who was on over the weekend.

A week from today is Labor Day, or as some people think of it, the traditional marking of the end of summer.  After that day women aren’t supposed to wear white shoes, men are suppose to stop wearing shorts, and everyone’s suppose to adapt to the idea that fall is here and winter’s around the corner.  It was also, in some places the start of the school year, and depending on the calendar, school either started today, or it started next Tuesday.

That simply isn’t the case any longer.  Today we start school like the first week of August, people don’t much give a damn about what they wear well into fall (something I’ve noticed as I’ve adapted my change in clothing and watched how other women to the same), and winter is now a meme to tell people to brace themselves for some life-changing shit.

And my head was chopped off a few years or over a decade ago, so totally not a spoiler.

And his head was chopped off a few years or over a decade ago, depending on the medium of your choice, so totally not a spoiler.

So we are in the last week of summer.  It’s here, and soon it’ll be Friday, and summer is going . . . well, it’s not going anywhere.  Fall doesn’t officially come for almost another month, and looking ahead for the weeks to come, I doubt that we’re going to see fall-like weather soon.  Which is good, because I don’t have all my winter clothes together yet.  I can get through fall okay, but winter–it’s gonna be a tough one in The Burg.

The only true season I ever used to pay attention to was summer, and that was because I grew up in a house with no air conditioning until about 1970, and so summer was as time of dread.  It was hot and sweaty and miserable, and I couldn’t wait for cooler weather so I could sleep and enjoy going outside without enduring the sensation that I was melting.

The summer’s been mild this year, and where it was super sweltering I’ve manage to stay out of the direct rays and stay comfortable.  Winter is suppose to be a total pain in the ass this year, and that only bothers me in the sense that it’s necessary to go out and share the road with hundreds of drivers who lose their minds whenever there’s the smallest amount of snow on the ground.

However, it’s not the weather going away that I’ll think about this year.  The summer was one of dramatic change for me, and in this last week I meet with my therapist and talk about all the stuff that’s happened in the month since I last saw her.  I’m sure they’ll be a lot of discussion about what’s going to happen at work this winter, and not a few mentions of my emotional state over the month of August.

And then we can talk about what’s coming in the fall.

All-in-all, it’s not been a bad summer,

Maybe I need to get out and enjoy what their is of my new life in the fall.

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Changing seasons, changing gender appearance–pretty much the same, don’t you think?  It can still make for a good hike on a nice day.

 

11 thoughts on “Return of the Last Week

  1. Mild?

    MILD?

    Were we suffering the same humid-as-shit summer in the same city, Cass? Oy vey! 😀 This summer made me miss the bloody desert more than ever!

    But yay for you in so many, many ways!

    • Mild for me. Come to the Midwest for a while, where the month of July my old home was going through the 90/90 (90 temps with 90 percent humidity) period. That’s something that will leave you suffering. I’ve been waiting all summer for the “humidity” and it ain’t happened, not like I remember it back in Indiana. No, for me, this is mild. Very mild.

  2. Fall doesn’t really come here (southern Arizona). And I’ll be wearing shorts in November. Sadly, I can’t recall the last time I saw a leaf change color. I never miss the snow, but I always miss fall.

  3. People have been complaining of the heat where I live (I have too; don’t worry), but it’s still mild compared to what I’m used to around here, which worries me. I think we’ll have a bad winter here as well and neither of my vehicles have tires that can handle the ice down here. NC doesn’t get snow. Maybe it does the first fifteen minutes it snows, but then it melts and turns to slush, which then freezes to ice. Yay, winter…

    Still, I can’t wait for fall. My favorite season. And the fall this year will bring many changes, I’m certain.

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