Summer is Over

I said it.

There's no denying it.

Summer is over. School starts tomorrow.

If the measure of a good summer is how ready you are to face the new season, my summer sucked. I can't deny it. I didn't get anything done this summer. I spent the whole season learning to walk again, but I think that the ability to walk on ones own two feet again is not something to shrug at.

And, in spite of the bitter pain, I managed to fall in love again. There! I said that too! I am crazy about someone and he's pretty crazy about me too.

I don't think that the two things are coincidental either. I injured myself pretty badly - slipped the 4th and 5th lumbars, broke the joint that connects my tail bone to my spine, and did some nerve damage to my right leg. Broken Cupcake did a lot of lying on the beach. Now, the summer is over and it's time to get down to some serious business - ideas for how to write that essay on what I did last summer (that's right, we're calling it last summer today because it's Labour Day - summer is gone and you're not allowed to wear white pants any more).

So what makes a good summer?

The weather? The weather is a false friend. It makes you believe whatever you want to believe. If you're happy and it's raining, the rain is cleansing. If you're sad, the rain is just fucking depressing.

Love is a good one, but if I go on about that at this point I will just be bragging.

Food and wine? I had some nice wines, but I can't say I ate a lot of good food that I enjoyed. BC wines are ridiculously scrumptious, but after spending a year in Montreal the food on the Left Coast just doesn't taste as sweet (and I don't like fish). However, now that Quebec cheese is poisonous, I shouldn't bitch about being in a place full of Blasted Church and Painted Turtle.

But it wasn't wine, it was love that made my summer good (ya, I snuck the elected in there. They're playing now on my iTunes).