The Fourth of January
As a kid, I lived for the Fourth of July.
I still like the fireworks and barbecues and there’s always a blockbuster movie that comes out for the Fourth, and I’m a sucker for blockbuster movies.
My problem is, once the Fourth of July is over the summer seems to move along at a faster rate than when I was a kid.
Is it just me?
One day it is July 4 and before you know it the kids are back in school.
The dogs days of August go by too doggone fast.
I am convinced summers lasted longer when I was a kid.
Have you noticed as you’ve gotten older the days and weeks and months zip by, particularly in spring, summer and fall.
Winters tend to drag.
Shakespeare wrote in Richard the Third, “Now is the winter of our discontent.”
Every winter is one of discontent for me.
I don’t ski, skate or like to make snow angels.
I hate winters.
Yet they seem to go on and on and on.
Maybe we need to move the Fourth of July to the Fourth of January. Maybe then winters will fly by.
Let’s start a petition.