The sad month.
To me August always is tinged with sadness. For one thing, it’s my birthday month and my birthday always tends to be a downer. But August also represents the end of summer.
Yeah, I know that technically summer doesn’t end until September 21st or so, but for all intents and purposes, summer ends when school starts.
And school always starts again at the end of August– as the blitz of tv ads would attest.
During August, one also notices the daylight hours slipping away a bit– not enough to be completely depressing, but just enough to taint any carefree fun.
I basically have 4 weeks of drum corps left at this point too. Four more Wednesday rehearsals only. Plus some weekend stuff.
Come Labor Day, summer is over for me.
It feels like it is really flying by this year.