Summer, Summer, Summer…it turns me upside down. Well, not really. I live in the Northeast, as I’ve said in the past, because I’m not that big on the heat. A lot of folks love the summer weather. Heck, half of them don’t even need air conditioning. That’s definitely not me. I don’t mind a good dip in the ocean, but I’m not going to work that hard to make that happen anymore. Something about all these extra pounds I figure. My friends go to Cape Cod almost every weekend from Memorial Day to Labor Day and I just can’t get motivated to skip two workouts, knife my way through what should be an hour and a half drive (it never is) and then be at the mercy of whatever the other 15 folks I’m meeting up with want to do (besides the obvious beach time). It’s brutal sometimes. If it rains, nobody has a plan. That would be fine in and of itself, but everybody enjoys themselves at different levels. I suppose I refer to alcohol intake. The next day, some folks are not as, shall we say, as chipper as they could be. You don’t want to be couped up and or wandering aimlessly with those folks when all they want to do is be at the beach with a drink in hand. I think you know the type.
The beach is a place where a man can feel he’s the only soul in the world that’s real a famous musician once opined. That’s a really vivid sentiment and it always stuck with me. I guess what I’m trying to say is my crowd goes the beach in four wheel drive vehicles and they go where hardly any of the run of the mill public are allowed. They line up ten to twenty vehicles side by side and enjoy the heck out of themselves all day and into the night. BBQ’s, Horseshoes, whiffle ball, Frisbee, kite flying, beach golf (a drinking game) and all kinds of activities. I guess there are two things I can’t do when I’m in that crowd; relax and read a book is one. The other is to dream of not cock-tailing. I know; it’s a dirty job, but someone’s gotta do it (sing it like Faith No More). The thing is, this is something I need to factor in before I take the plunge. I have to participate in all the reindeer games…and explain why I haven’t been coming down every week like everybody else. I could see myself retiring to The Cape, I really could, but I’m not big on the commute…at all. And to do it on a long holiday weekend? You’re just asking for trouble. If you can leave on Wednesday night and come back on Tuesday morning, hey, no sweat, but most of us have jobs. Nothing worse than being exhausted, hungover and sun-burnt on Monday morning.
I have to say, Summer in Boston, can be lovely. For one thing, I get to remember what the female form actually looks like outside of gym clothing. Women don’t sweat as a rule (it just seems that way to this sweathog I guess) so Summer is their time. I keep hearing Manfred Mann’s “Do Wah Diddy Diddy” in my head these days. I know that makes me old, but I keep thinking of Bill Murray in Stripes. I haven’t seen the movie in fifteen years I figure, but it doesn’t matter. There she was just a walkin’down the street singing…in a city like Boston, New York or Chicago (where I just caught a couple of games at Wrigley Field), the scenery is never ending during this time of year. Maybe it just seems that way because it’s cold nine months of the year in these parts. Every Summer comes along and every year I say if I can just get through this year I’ll come back next year in much better shape. I’ve been saying that to myself since I was 32. Short of liposuction, it’s not going to happen. I’ve adjusted my expectations (or squashed them altogether might be more accurate) and resigned myself to what is. Most middle aged men look worse than I do. I have no facts to back that up, but when I look around there are days when I feel pretty good. Still, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t disappointed in myself. I stopped playing competitive softball (read fast pitch) about six years ago now. I miss it some, but not the commitment. Sounds ridiculous because you do an awful lot of standing around on a softball diamond, but it helped keep me in reasonable shape coupled with my daytime workout. That daytime workout is now a real challenge due to a number of factors. It all adds up to me not wanting to show myself at the beach. How sad is that? Don’t answer that.
Summer comes and goes around here in the wink of a young girl’s eye. Man I’m pilfering everybody today huh? The weather finally breaks to the point of it actually being hot (for me that is 75 degrees, but to most it’s probably closer to 85 degrees) around June 15th or so. This year I think we’ve hit 90 maybe twice. The nights are generally cool and the days are fairly manageable. That’ll change soon, but for me it’s been a nice break from the norm. The air conditioner at work is so good that I bring a windshirt to work and keep it in a drawer. When it’s on it’s blowing right on me, which I normally wouldn’t mind, but there are times when it is just too much. When it’s off though it takes me approximately 10 minutes before I wish it was on again. At the end of the day Fall is my favorite season by far, but I realize I’m in the minority. That doesn’t mean, however, that I don’t like and understand the general vibe Summer brings to the masses. Towards that end, with Fourth of July mere hours away, I’m posting some of my favorite Summer tracks for fun today. I’m sorry I can’t post as often as I normally would like these days, but we’re still here and appreciate that you folks stop be every once in a while. Enjoy.