Dash­ing through sum­mer, a lit­tle too quickly

The Denver Post - - LIFE & CULTURE - By Lori Borgman An­dreas So­laroan­dreas So­laro, Getty Images Lori Borgman is a colum­nist, au­thor and speaker. Email her at lori@lori­borgman.com.

I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but chances are you missed it.

Every­body says it was easy to miss be­cause it was faster than usual, but no­body can prove a thing like that. It’s just talk.

That said, I do be­lieve it was faster than the last one.

The thing about speed is, once you hit a cer­tain mo­men­tum, there’s no slow­ing down.

So that’s it. An­other one gone. Blink twice and it’s over.

This one was so short I think every­body will be talk­ing about it years from now. You know, the sort of, “Where were you when you heard the news?”

I was at the mall. My hus­band had dropped me off and was wait­ing in the car while I ran in to make a re­turn. I en­tered the dou­ble-wide slid­ing doors and saw the big red let­ters on a store win­dow: END OF SUM­MER SALE.

I thought it was a sick joke. But then there was an­other: END OF SUM­MER CLEAR­ANCE. It was a one-two punch. And then there was a third: END OF SUM­MER / EV­ERY­THING 20 per­cent OFF.

Sum­mer was over. It was June 27.

You know what June 27 is, right? It’s one day shy of be­ing a week af­ter the first day of sum­mer. It’s the sixth-to-the-next­longest day of the year — but sum­mer was over.

When I got back in the car, I told my hus­band sum­mer was over.

“What?” he said.

“Turn down the air con­di­tioner so you can hear me. Sum­mer is over.”

“Might as well be,” he said with a sigh of de­spon­dency. He’d be OK with sum­mer be­ing over be­cause his ball team is do­ing rot­ten this year. Again.

I don’t know how sum­mer can be over. I’ve had only one cherry tomato off the vine. Cu­cum­bers aren’t ready to pick and I haven’t seen a sin­gle road­side stand sell­ing field-fresh sweet corn.

The basil is go­ing strong, phlox are bloom­ing and the hill­sides are burst­ing with black-eyed Su­sans.

The ther­mome­ter says 90. Mosquito sea­son is just get­ting into full swing. We’ve been eat­ing wa­ter­melon nearly ev­ery day of the week. Some­times for break­fast.

My big­gest cloth­ing de­ci­sion each day is whether to go with the khaki capris or the white capris. My shoe choice is be­tween flip flops and san­dals.

There are a half dozen Pop­si­cle sticks on the back pa­tio and two un­opened boxes in the freezer. They can say sum­mer is over, but I’m not go­ing along peace­fully on this one. They can have my sun­screen when they can pry it from my cold, frozen hands, which won’t be un­til late De­cem­ber, also known as win­ter.

Then again, maybe sum­mer is over. The hus­band was chan­nel surf­ing and said, “Look at this on the Hall­mark Chan­nel — Christ­mas movies all week long.”

Time flies when you’re hav­ing fun.

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