My last post got me thinking about summer. I love summer here in Minnesota with its comfortable temperatures, 10,000 gorgeous lakes and parks-a-plenty.
And if it weren't for the mosquitoes, this would pretty much be the perfect summer location. Unfortunately, because we have the 10,000 lakes, we also have 10 bazillion of Satan's little helpers to go with them.
According to the astrological calendar, the summer solstice begins on June 21 and ends September 22.
This is one way to measure the start and end of summer. But for those of us who live up north, a more accurate measure is by the holidays of Memorial Day and Labor Day.
Call it summer when you will, but up here it ain't summer until Memorial Day weekend. This is when the "summer businesses" such as waterparks, mini putts and roadside tourist attractions unlatch their shutters and welcome the pasty patrons back from their winter hibernation.
This is also the same weekend the northbound highways become clogged with trailer-towing SUVs carrying their Glastrons up north for the seasonal ritual of "opening up the cabin."
Gallons of beer and tons of brats are consumed every year during this sacred weekend of putting in the dock, turning on the utilities and mowing the lawn.
But then, just as quickly as the outhouse opens for business, Labor Day rears its ugly head and it's time to reverse the entire process for the winter. Considered by many to be the last chance to get-r-done, summer has been effectively reduced to a mere 90 days.
Forget about the weeks of beautiful weather remaining, forget about what the calendar says, forget the fact that the last 3 months really felt like 3 weeks instead. When Labor Day has passed so then has summer. And like a cold shower we go back to work, back to school and back to the fact that Halloween crap will start showing up at Walgreens in the next few weeks.
I guess I should quit worrying about the end of summer since it's only June 4 today (and my daughter's 10th b-day as well btw), but I just can't help it. As I sit outside in the beautiful sunshine sipping my ice cold glass of lemonade I can think of only one thing - I WISH IT NEVER HAD TO END!
So I'll just pretend it doesn't. Labor Day isn't real anyhow.