"Summer, it turns me upside down.
Summer, Summer, Summer,
It's like a merry-go-round." (Lyrics from "Magic" by the Cars)
High of 98 degrees today. Hot, humid, my hair? What should I do with my hair?
Pool? Trip to Walmart? Need milk. Work. What should I wear to work? It will be cold inside, unbearable outside.
School. I don't want to think about school. I'm dreading it and yet there it is, looming, right out there on the horizon, edging closer and closer. Kelli is going to be a senior? This is her last year of high school? No, not going there. Not today. No.
Supper. What should I make for supper? This?
This looks really good but I don't have everything I need.
I'm going to do this instead.
I should hurry. I still have laundry to get going, my hair to contend with, clothes to pick out for work and I'm late. Why am I always late?
Summer supper. Hot and humid. Dang hair. Milk.
I'm still sitting. I'm still frizzy. I'm not looking at that horizon.