THE CRAB GRASS covering my lawn is disappearing. My daughter Eve is shopping for school clothes.
The days are getting shorter. My patience is, too. All this can mean only one thing: Summer is finally winding down.
That would be fine if I was willing to accept the reality, but I’m not. I still want to pretend that it doesn’t get dark until 9 o’ clock. I want to wear sandals and linen on the beach. I want to brunch on Walnut Street and refer to my wife as Luvy. I want to ignore the fact that Labor Day arrives in three weeks.
Unfortunately, my unwillingness to accept the end of summer doesn’t change anything. But it sure does make me feel better. That’s why, for these last three weeks, I’ll go to unreasonable lengths to make summer last forever.