For the love of September...

You know, I happened to look at the calendar today...and August is nearly out the door. Praise be (to what or whomever you wish)!

I always think of August as the shrieking banshee of the months...stifling and unrelenting in her withering heat...and a charming trickster in that one always assumes that as she hails from the last third of the summer, she'll somehow be more of an easy-going transition into the much more laid back fall...in THAT, we are wrong...wrong in as many different ways and on as many different levels as we could possibly be. Every year I think that I will get away without hauling out my small, one-room air conditioner...and every year, I'm wrong...and August is the bitch who makes sure that I know it...

But as I said...she's ready to sashay out the front...and in her place...saunters in September.

September is like your favourite aunt coming to visit...you know, the one that smokes Marlboros and stands up to your dad when he tries to tell her she needs to get married? The one who takes you for a drive in her rambling, old Pontiac and then LETS you drive...while she pops open the glove box (who keeps gloves in there anyway?) and pulls out the flask she squirreled away for occasions such as this...yeah, September is that aunt. Warm...sighing...September forces the long days to take a few steps back, and encourages people to sit on their porches in the quiet evenings...to drink in the smell of leaves turning and glory in the sight of fire flies dancing. She's the woman you never wanted to see go...and the one who always comes back with breezes that in the beginning caress you...and towards the end, nip at your neck like a hungry lover...oh yes...

...I love September...

Dear Sarah

Seems you think that the President...you know, the one of The United States of America? The one you and smiling boy couldn't beat in the last election...remember him? Seems you think that it's ok to declare on national television that he doesn't have enough cojones...really? Are you now resorting to not only using vulgarities...but directing them in such a disrespectful manner at OUR president?

Personally, I think that he showed the size of his COURAGE by taking the job in the first place...what sort of man would look at the havoc wreaked by the last administration and think that he could bring us back from the brink? Particularly when faced with the party of "no (solutions)" having enough votes to TRY to block any important piece of legislation he championed? I'll tell you what sort of man...

...one with cajones.