As of 12:03 am this past Saturday, the summer of 2006 is history. And as summers go, this one sucked eggs. Big-time.
It started out with a lot of promise. The weather was nice. I was going to swim as much as I could. My son had finally graduated from high school. Not only that, he also had his own, fully-functional vehicle, so I was no longer tasked with being Dad's Limousine Service.
Ah, but that warm, fuzzy feeling was not to last. The first major hit was my car, only two years old (albeit with 80,000 miles on it), and the timing chain broke. In so doing, it caused major collateral damage to the engine, to the tune of $1,750.00. This was in the first week of July, and I just paid it off last week.
The second thing was that I fell in love. Should be a good thing, right? Well, it was... for about four weeks, until she suddenly, for no apparent reason, kicked my ass to the curb.
So, I, for one, am glad to see the Summer of '06 bite the dust. It was a lousy summer, and I've never been so glad to see the arrival of Fall (or Autumn, for the poetic among you). Speaking of which, why do we have two names for Fall? We don't have two names for any other season. Did "Fall" come about because someone couldn't spell "Autumn"? How about alternate names for the other seasons, such as "Cold", "Wet", and "Hot"?
There's an old joke that says: What are the two seasons in Michigan? Winter and road construction.
Ahhhhh... I can hardly wait for the leaves to get crunchy.
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