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It’s that time of year again.

It’s time for us to all wonder, where did August go?

How did Summer go so fast?

Why can’t there be just a little more time?

I’m never ready to say good-bye.

I want things to stay the same, everyday, without complications or challenges or thickening plots.  I want to go back to those happier times before Twitter, e-books, sexting, and Sarah Palin. And as long as I’m at it, I’d like to stay 26 and I want my old cat Winston back.

Sigh.

Coming up is the last weekend of my favorite month of the year. Top Cat and I are going to the shore of the Long Island Sound tomorrow with a picnic dinner and a bottle of champagne and we’re going to watch the sun set and toast our good luck that we’ve made it this far, to Old Fartism, where we complain about everything that’s new, “improved”, loud, or anything that the kids like these days.

And that’s how we’ll say good-bye August.

Can’t wait to see you again next year.

5 comments to August, Won’t You Stay Just a LIttle Bit Longer?

  • Shelley

    I’ll take those happier times too! 26 was a good age, filled with promise of so many adventures to come…can I go back for the good stuff, but skip all the trauma and drama?

    It’s probably a good thing there’s no time travel, although it would be wonderful to rewind a month and re-do August one more time. Every Summer should have two Augusts before Autumn!

    Oh, and I’d like my cat Abner (the BEST CAT EVER)back again too!

  • I can’t say that I agree with you about August, but then I live in Oklahoma where the temperatures are often over 100 and the humidity is in the 80s for what seems like weeks at a time. And I wouldn’t really want to re-live my younger days either. But I do like things to stay the same more now than I did when I was younger, and I would like to have my cat Lucky back again.

    I must tell you that your final picture of the cat saying goodbye to August is the perfect ending for your post.

  • Nadine

    I’m with Cheryl: I wouldn’t do 26 again either. Of all the ages I’ve been so far, I liked being 48 the most. But I’m only 54 so there’s still time for another favorite age to happen.

    I used to have a neighbor who was in her 90s who I always enjoyed visiting. When I turned 40, she congratulated me and told me the years between 40 and 60 were her favorite years. She made me think that the best is yet to come. And she was right.

    My best cat ever: Butch

  • Rachel

    While I wish there was a much longer window ahead, actually this is being a pretty good year.

    As for new stuff… I spent all of yesterday test-driving and going through the Consumer Reports checklist, and it looks like I will be giving up my elderly Saturn and purchasing a perky new 2004 Kia Rio. This is somewhat relevent since the *Silver Wench* which is possibly going to be her name, began life in the US at Riverhead, NY, which appears to be on Long Island. Did you know her?

    I would have preferred that *my people* had taken care of this for me, but given the circumstances, I think I have done a pretty good job. Now at the point where I just get to trust the universe.

    All of my cats were my favorites. I do miss being a cat person and especially enjoy reading about Vivian’s fur family.

  • Deborah

    I’m with Cheryl and Nadine: in a good year, August is just there, something to glide through; but in a year like this, with the sweltering heat, I’m looking forward to seeing August in the rearview mirror. October is my favorite month. But I think it creates balance to have some people love August best and some not.

    While I’m with you, Vivian, on the texting, etc., I am glad forthe technology that allows for your blog. It’s not unusual to find myself waking up on Mondays and Fridays & having one of my first thoughts being, “oooh! It’s BLOG-day!” happy to have something to look forward to reading (and seeing — the great pictures)

    An unrelated to the post question: have you ever traveled with a sibling as an adult? If so, what was it like. Visiting and traveling with my brother was an unusual experience for me. I just finished reading “Three Weeks With My Brother,” a memoir by Nicholas Sparks. So, just wondering if your wandering ever included sibs.

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