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holding on for dear life

 


Tuesday was cool, the morning especially. And while working at the Book Nook I saw people dressed for two seasons -summer and fall. Lots of plaids, flannel and boots or booties worn by customers that I assumed were anxious for fall.

Not me. I'm holding on to summer for dear life. I wore a sleeveless dress, sandals and a cotton sweater.

I mean here in Michigan we will be donning those fall duds and not showing skin again for at least eight months. And while I'm not good at a math, I know that eight months is most of the year. According to my calculator that's 66 percent of the year (66.666667 to be exact - my math 094 professor at MSU would be impressed that I knew that if I'd done it myself. But I'm smart enough to use a calculator to come up with that - like I used to tell her every class "we don't need to know how to do that, we can just use a calculator". Pretty sure I wasn't her favorite). 

Boy did I digress with that walk down memory lane.

Anyway, I'll continue wearing summer clothes, dressing in layers that don't include flannel or plaids or booties. Or even socks, those signal a sure sign for me of giving in to the cold. It warms up most days to a balmier-summer-like temp and I'm taking off layers. It's a lot easier than changing out of a flannel.

Besides the autumnal equinox isn't until September 23. And it's going to be in the 80s for the next week or more.

I'm holding on to every last bit of summer and I'm holding on for dear life.

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  1. AnonymousSeptember 1, 2023 at 2:13 PM

    I am with you, hang on!

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  2. AnonymousSeptember 2, 2023 at 11:28 AM

    Each year about this time I wonder how I will get through winter so, I appreciate every painted toenail of my saddled feet.❤️

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