Dog days

Dear Sarah, It is freezing here, it has been that way for three straight months. The snow that won't melt, because it is too cold. The ice-ridden end of driveway that you cannot break through even with a metal shovel, or a jack hammer, for that matter. The wind-blown snow cheeks of your kids. The bus sliding trying to stop to pick up Regina. The ice crystals on the windows. The inability to go out without heavy coats, hat, and gloves for fear of cold-burns. You remember, the icky winter that you whine about constantly. The one in which you promise to many people, even strangers, that you will not EvEr complain in August about the horrible scorching heat. The winter that has you so down in the dumps, you wonder if you will ever recover. The dreams of the possibility of just walking down the street. The beauty of the blessed lawnmower! The excitement of getting above freezing! Well, Sarah, I write this, so that come blessed July and August, you are reminded of your promise, just a mere 6 months earlier. To not whine about the heat. To whine about the GLORIOUS sunshine. To whine about it being too hot for your kids to go outside. I'm going to hold you to it. How fickle you are! You will be so sick of the HEAT when September nears. No more complaining, Sarah of August 2010. Sincerely, Sarah