Ahm, Victor? Ya think you could lighten up a little?

Ohhhhh. I see. You mean like puppy dog breath? And the smella fresh sheets in from the clothesline?

YES. No more dissing women. No more deep crap about turns, clay, heaven on earth, dead ends, illusions.

Speakin’ o’ illusions… u hear Siegfried and Roy are back? Uh huh, ceptin’ they changed their name to “Seigfried and Toy.” Hehe.

So let’s talk summer. People wear less, that’s a good thing. People dress comfortably, thus, it helps lend to comfy moods. Contentment. Civility. And yes, sexuality.

And the beat goes on, yeah the beat goes on bom, bom, bom, bom, bom, bom… Drum keeps pounding a rhythm to the brain.. La, de, da, de, de… La, de, da, de, da….

Days are longer, less electricity, not as much driving in the dark. Mo time to mow the yard, plant the plants, and yes - play.

People gather more in the summer. What once was four separate teenagers entrenched at home with the X-Box, is now a carfull racing to go swim at the lake.

More time to “do”, the more calories we burn, the healthier we look. We wipe that “winter white” offa our skin. We look, feel, are healthy.

A trip to the car doesn’t involve scraping ice, a ¾ inch thick long, winter coat, four minutes of shivering until the engine warms up. We let the hounds out to pee, and they actually wanna stay out and play. The cats continue to work upon their 12,974 places to nap - adjusted to the warmer temps.

Porch swings, shade trees, BBQ grills, jarts, croquet, catch, washers replace being glued to the TV, computer, PlayStation. The electricity doesn’t have to be on as long, nor heat nor cool. The gas only runs if u bathe or cook on the stove. Life, it be budget-wise good.

Grandmas sit in chairs and reminisce.. And boys keep chasing girls to get a kiss.. And men still keep on marching off to war.. Electrically they keep a baseball score..

Weather, for where the vast majority of the population lives - changes with the season. Much like the throes of life. Up, down, hot, cold. Windy, stormy, calm, perfect.

Why hell… even since I was shooed away like a lost dog - since, I’ve runma eyeballs across six or ten where I think “hmmm.. Wonder why she ain’t with anyone… she’s a hotty.” (Boys keep chasing girls to get a kiss.)

Circulatin. Livin. Wishin’ and hopin’. Enjoying. Shorts and a T. Softball.

Smiles abound. More people to watch in the summer. Doing many more different things. People (big, little, young, old) trying things they shouldn’t oughta be trying - ceptin’ they’re living.

And the beat goes on, yeah the beat goes on bom, bom, bom, bom, bom, bom… Drum keeps pounding a rhythm to the brain.. La, de, da, de, de… La, de, da, de, da….

Seen Cher on TV the other night. Still looked hot. Gives hope to us fitty-somethings.

Summer reminds us, in more ways than one, that life should be light. And let there be light. La, de, da, de, de… La, de, da, de, da….

Come on. Git ur butt out there. Wear sumpin to the store that’ll draw some eyeballs. Eh, why not. Go. Do. Play. Run. (Ok, walk fast then.) Just git-out. Enjoy. Time might come the beat stops.

While I still haven’t figured out women (VICTOR!!!!), hehe, I’m having a great summer. Hopin’s u are too. Love, Victurd.