summer

A man says a lot of things in summer he doesn't mean in winter.

They radiated that orgasm-free lifestyle so unique and universal among Seabrook women.

No one needs Independence. We all just need tea and air conditioners.

It is 32c today, and the only thing keeping me from hanging myself is the small sense of relief Iglean from attaching my body to the vents of my delicious cooling piece. It is a stunning unit,exquisite in all its forms, exceptional in its application, and effective in all its functions. I wouldmarry it, if only I knew it would not die on me sometime within the next five years. Appliances,like obedient children or silent extroverts, cannot last forever, and while my unbidden affectionkept my other air conditioner alive for the better part of ten years, not all inanimate objects canbe fueled by my love.

Why are you wailing away? What is the matter with you?___ was playing and__ and her lip quivered as she spoke, ___nd it was cloudy, and then__ a sniff, ___nd then, as I was playing, the sun came out.__ gave her a flat look. __ou__e crying because the sun came out?___es,_ she moped, wiping the tears from her eyes, __he sun came out, and now__ she heaved, ___nd now, it__ hot! I don__ like it when it__ hot. Being hot is dumb!__ immediately absolved her of all previous sins. I slumped over the sill and gave her as much sympathy as my now warm face allowed. __es, child, being hot is very dumb indeed. Very well, you have a reason for crying. But then why are you outside?___ecause it was too hot inside and mommy won__ let me have ice cream.___ell, there is your problem. You must get an air conditioner and a new mother.

on a bike ride through the Surrey Lanes, pedalling in my cotton dress through the hot fields blushing with poppies, freewheeling down a sudden dip into a cool wooded sanctum.

It is easy to forget now, how effervescent and free we all felt that summer.

I'd love to wake up to complete silence, white sheets, and the smell of crisp air and roses.

With my arms wrapped around Rosebud, I dreamed of heather-topped hills and sleepy valleys and a pretty woodland stream where dragonflies danced across the water as I sat down among the ferns and the meadowsweet, waiting for the summer to find me.

I remember when I was twenty-five,_ he said. __o client comes to you when you__e twenty-five. It__ like when you are looking for a doctor. You don__ want the new one that just graduated. You don__ want the very old one, the one shaking, the one twenty years past his prime. You want the seasoned one who has done it so many times he can do it in his sleep though. Same thing with attorneys.

There have been times I have thought some dreams should never be dreamt, but I would hate a world where that was true.

Another atrocity of summer is soccer. When the Euro Cup is on, it brings out the worst in people. It turns them into ravaging beasts who complain when a team they like, which they have done nothing to deserve, slips from grace and loses the match.An old man sitting beside me at the cafe was watching the men watch the soccer rather than watch the soccer himself. He found their reactions more entertaining than the game."All this stuff and nonsense over men kicking a ball," he groused. "And they don't do any of the work themselves."I told him, "We should just have wars. Then we would not need sports."He laughed and quite agreed with me.

When people went on vacation, they shed their home skins, thought they could be a new person.

There are people in my life who count more than playing soccer in Serie A

My old grandmother always used to say, Summer friends will melt away like summer snows, but winter friends are friends forever.

Sylvia Plath and I met a long time ago. A really long time ago. Was it a summer day? No! It was a wintry November morning!

As the season changes, we learn to adapt.

Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.