Last weekend of the Summer

I don't know what happened to my post about this being the last weekend of summer, but I wrote one, and I published it, and then it disappeared.   I am not happy, because it kind of explained how much I can't stand the cold weather.   So, here is a shortened version:

This weekend has been unbelievable.    The weather was a gorgeous 85 degrees today in Philadelphia.  In fact, the weather here in Philadelphia has been gorgeous for the last 6 weeks, at least.  Most of August was not even that bad...it was 80-85 degrees, but no humidity, which is not really usually the way it works here in Philadelphia.   It is usually hot, humid, and sticky.   Until the first or second week of September, then you will feel a slight improvement, and then it become Fall.   Which is what is happening tomorrow.

When I was young, I used to like Fall, a lot.   But then I realized that Fall means that winter is on its way, and I really, really don't like winter.  So I stopped liking Fall.  It was just a trick season, to make us forget what is coming, but I wasn't going to be tricked anymore.

I really don't like cold weather.   You will be hearing me say that a lot.   I apologize, because it will be tedious, but at least I never complain about the heat.  I say you can only complain 6 months a year, so I complain about the cold.   Truth is, I only like the weather where I live from May 1st through November 10th (I have to say November 10th, because my youngest's birthday is on November 9th, and I can't say I don't like the weather on her birthday...it would hurt her feelings.   She is only 7),   so that means I complain about the weather slightly less than 1/2 of any given year.  That isn't bad.

Anyway, I don't like the cold, so a few years ago, I tried to convince Chris we should move to a warmer climate.  The problem is, he loves the cold, hates the heat (you should see him sweat!!), and he has a job here....so we stay here.   Which is where I am unhappy slightly less than half a year.

About 4 years ago, however, I figured something out about the winter, that really improved my mood.   I really hate getting dressed up, going out in the cold, at night,  wearing boots, or other  cold weather gear, to go to a social event.   So, for the last 4 years, I adopted this new attitude which is "I am just going to make it through January and February."   That is it.   Just make it through.  Which means, I don't do anything special.    I do go out during the day, but for anything at night, if I don't want to go out, or if the weather is bad, I just stay home.  I will go out again, but just not in January and February.  It isn't worth it to me.  It makes me unhappy.  I am cold, and it is unpleasant.   So, for those two months, I just stay home, and I am happy.   It is a little hard because Chris' birthday is in early January, and mine is in early February, but I am okay.   I don't want to go out in cold weather.There is nothing celebratory about that for me.

But for now, these topics can wait, because this weekend was a gorgeous last weekend of the summer!