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The summer that wasn't

It's July 30. Summer, right?
Wrong!!!

 In Michigan, we had our summer two weeks ago for about 10 days. Saw a recent post on Facebook that read:"You know you're in Michigan when you wear your bathing suit on Monday and your parka on Tuesday." We sweltered for a week or two and then were chilled again. That's where we are now. Chilling at 70.

 Weather aside, it no longer feels much like summer. The back-to-school ads, commercials, displays and talk have begun full-force. And I feel like I just got used to having the three-not-so-little Piggins home again and now I have to get them ready for school. Delaney has a little longer, but Michael leaves for Wayne State law in two weeks and Matthew for his sophomore year at DePauw in three. 

 I get the nest re-feathered and damn these 'baby' birds but they stay for too short a time then fly away. *sigh* Since this is the "glass half full" blog of a pseudo-Pollyanna, I will revert to thinking positively about the emptying nest.

 * There will be fewer dishes
* There will be fewer messes
* There will be more laundry detergent
* There will be fewer trips to the grocery store
* There will be more silence and less television
* There will be fewer meals to prepare
* There will be fewer hugs
* There will be fewer people to entertain Wally our ADD dog
* There will be fewer night owls to keep me company . . .

 Wait, that didn't go the way it was intended. "There will be fewer" was supposed to be a positive . . . In this case it can go either way. Since there are fewer days left of summer, I will take each one of them and fill it with fewer complaints about the messes or dishes and replace it with more appreciation for the ones making those messes or dirtying those dishes. 

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