Thursday, June 18, 2009

Summer Nights

Summer, yay! I sat outside this evening and finished a book. The trickling of my miniature water fountain has such a calming effect. When I was a child, my mom used to put my brother and me to bed at 8:00, no matter that the sun was still beating down. My dad would sit outside and play guitar and sing those old Hank William's honky-tonk songs with the neighbor who played the accordian.

Sometimes on late summer evenings just as the sun slinks away, I hear the faint wail of Dad's singing and strumming.

I remember how the sweat rolled off my forehead and also trickled down my back as I tried to go to sleep on those hot summer nights in the 50's when the fan only moved hot air around. Regardless of how high the temperature climbed, I always tucked my feet in, afraid that somebody under my bed would grab my feet.

I am so grateful for my air conditioned home. It is nearly 10:00 p.m. and I am going to let my feet hang over the edge of the bed! Goodnight.

1 comment:

Julia said...

It's funny, but when I became an adult (although that fact is debatable), I got in the habit of always sleeping with my feet hanging off the edge of the bed.

Maybe I'm addicted to monsters.