I recently read on a blog that
July brightens, September threatens, and August sits there waiting like a benediction.
Beautifully expressed, right?
Only, I’m thinking that these folks must go to school in September instead of August. So, August isn’t so much a benediction for me as it is a time of daily increasing uneasiness.
I’ll spare you my complaining abut the passage of time. Only, I think you should know I’ve decided that I’m renaming August. From now on it shall be known as Nervous. Then everything will make more sense.
Speaking of making sense, we’re about to have the grandaddy of all clothes try-ons in about a half an hour. It will not be a popular event. In fact, I’m guessing that I’ll have more than one complaint from boxer-clad boys. But it will be helpful to me, since knowing what clothing fits which boy in both warm weather clothing and cold weather clothing will make things much easier for me both now and in the future. I’m assuming, of course, that the weather will eventually cool. (It will, won’t it? Come quickly Autumn, I beg you.)
Doing things to make life easier = making Nervous (August) a little better.