The Joys Of August
The political conventions are over. They have left me with sleepless nights and high blood pressure. And there are so many days to go of increasing nastiness and vicious side-taking.
I worry. I want us all to be okay.
I am from the Woodstock generation, after all. I thought – for a very short time – that we could all love each other.
But I will get through August.
I will find some serenity in the simple pleasures of high summer.
Here are 31 of my joys that will help me (and I hope you) get through the next 31 days.
- Corn on the cob
- Johnny Mathis singing “Wonderful, Wonderful” or “Misty” or “Chances Are” – or just about anything
- “The African Queen”
- My dog’s smile
- Chocolate ice cream
- Lobster rolls
- The last page of a great book, knowing another is waiting for me
- Dozing on a comfy lounge chair
- My cat’s frown
- Riding in the convertible on a starry night
- Sharing pretzels with the seagulls on the beach
- Pedicures with lavender polish
- Country fairs
- James Taylor
- Eau de Chloe
- Tomatoes still sun-warm eaten right from the garden
- Beaded sandals
- Putting on warm dry clothes after spending hours in a wet bathing suit
- Iced coffee
- Bronzing powder
- Buying my mother scratch-off lottery tickets
- My husband calling me Angel
- Little boys on bicycles with baseball gloves hanging from the handlebars
- The smell of charcoal and steaks wafting through the neighborhood
- Clean smooth sheets
- Blueberry picking in the late still afternoon
- Putting on Paul Simon’s Graceland and dancing while I dust the house
- Cheeseburgers with a side of Ruffles
- Toddlers (and grown-ups) running through the water sprinkler
- Black-Eyed Susans