Dear Summer 2010,
Just wanted to drop you a quick note letting you know that I am glad to see you go. Frankly, my heart leaped with joy when I turned the calendar at the beginning of this month and I saw you were leaving.
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Lest you feel this slight is unwarranted allow me to explain. You may recall when we first became acquainted. That would have been during a family vacation cut short by the death of my grandmother. From then on out I knew we might have some issues.
As the temperatures rose in response to your coming around I found that my energy and creativity had an inverse relationship with your heat and humidity. The more you got hot and sticky the less I felt like doing anything. I know that’s probably frustrating to you as well, but I never really asked you to come around did I?
Hanging around inside because the air was unhealthy to breathe, watching gallon after gallon of oil spill into our ocean- ah those were fun times, Summer 2010.
I could go on, but I think you get the idea. Homes that aren’t selling, massive government debt, joblessness, religious intolerance, floods, and some of the worst music ever created- these are just some of the things you will be best remembered for. It’s enough to make one want to just go to bed. Except for the bedbug scare. So go on, go away.
Don’t forget to take this hot weather with you and don’t let the door hit you on the way out.