And here I am at the halfway point of August, feeling excited about the coming fall season, which includes one of my favorite holidays, Halloween. Halloween is the most widely celebrated American holiday that does not include any pressure, or even suggestion, to spend time with loved ones. I love that about it. When I was lonely and manless, I appreciated that only on Halloween could I throw myself into the spirit of the ritual, without feeling like a failure because I didn’t have any family or lover to spend it with.
I love fall. I love the fall holidays and I love the long anticipation of Christmas. I’ve been dreaming about November for months and I’m ready to get on with it. This summer hasn’t even been good for thunderstorms. I’m very disappinted in how little rain Chicago has had. You won’t hear me mourning the end of summer.
Good-bye, August! Good-bye, sunburnt, languid, over-air-conditioned, can’t-get-anyone-to-call-you-back, Summer! Well, summer doesn’t really end until the end of September, so I’m premature, but I believe it’s never too early to start thinking about Christmas.