It's too hot! I'm not a fan of summer. Or any weather over 75 degress. Seventy-five is my limit. By the time August comes around, I'm ready for fall. It's August 1st, and I'm done with summer. Officially done. I don't like to sweat profusely and I don't like being overheated. I don't like too much sun, either. I'm a vampire at heart, so give me a dark and stormy night any ole time!

Paul & I went to the RenFest today for the second time this season. We went on the opening day, June 11th, and today, the closing day. Had fun both times, but today wasn't as comfortable as it was on June 11th. By the time we left at 6:30 p.m., we were ready to get home, chill out and watch movies the rest of the night. So that's what we did. Paul's like me: He doesn't like hot weather or summer,either.

Don't get me wrong: I'm not big on winter, either. And that's coming from someone who was born in winter. Snow is pretty, but I don't care for temps under 40 degrees. And people drive like idiots in winter (well, they drive like idiots ALL the time, but especially in winter!), so winter and snow is nice IF you don't have to get out and drive in it. Ice sucks, too. Unless it's in my drink. Otherwise, no thank you!

My vote is for two seasons a year: Spring and fall. That's it! We do away with summer and winter, and we only have spring and fall. Seems reasonable to me! Fall, especially, is a season after my own heart. I prefer the term "Autumn," because it sounds prettier. In Autumn, the leaves are crunchy, the sky is overcast, the air smells of smoke and harvest and it hosts my favorite holiday, Halloween/Samhain. There is no better season than Autumn, in my view, and I await it with anticipation each and every year. When it ends, I'm sad. No more pumpkins, no more comfortable cool weather, no more scary costumes or crazy dress-up parties.

Spring is nice. The flowers begin to bloom, it's hot enough -- but not yet too hot -- spring showers arrive, animals (and humans) are feelin' frisky and everyone has a touch of spring fever. I can deal with spring. Oh, and May Day is always something to look forward to -- especially if you like to dance around the maypole! It's nice enough outside to enjoy yourself, take a walk, get some sunshine (but not too much) and hang outside with friends/family. I vote to keep spring.

Winter and summer, though, have to go. There's not enough about them to keep me interested. "But what about Christmas?!" you might yell. In our household, it's more appropriate to call it Yule or Winter Solstice. And that entire time after Thanksgiving and up till after December 26th, for much of the world, is a real pain in the ass, as far as I'm concerned. It's no longer a "want to," it's a feeling of pressure and of "have to." It's an enforced march of hyped up commercialization. I can't stand that period of time. So that holiday time holds no charm for me. In fact, I dread it every year. Give me Halloween and Thanksgiving, but you can skip December holidays.

In the end, my point is that I'm totally done with summer. You can have it. Here, I'll ship it to you. You can have an extra summer, on me, if you send me an extra Autumn. Deal? Deal!