Summer in Lake Havasu City, to say that it's hot would be an understatement, it's blazing hot and humid to boot and we are not used to humidity. We've had rain a couple of times, nothing to brag about and yet we are grateful for any drop coming down.

Summer turns me into a slug, I'd be content to hang on the couch with my nose buried in my Kindle, reading yet another trash story for the umpteenth time. Summer reminds me of winter in other places, where they celebrate mother earth sleeping, here mother earth just gets scorched. My garden looks like a dried out mess and I refuse to clean it up until the last plant has dried up. I find some small animals like lizards hiding there and later on birds will come out and harvest the seeds leaving me enough to grow new plants in fall and winter.

Summer is a time when I can't get over being a slug and I ask myself if I am depressed? I don't think so; on the other hand ever since cancer stormed into this family on my sister's side I find nothing much to leaugh about. There is the guilt that my side of the family was spared, but then there is the guild I feel over World War II and I sure as hell didn't start that. Are some of us born feeling guilty about everything or do we make the choice to feel guilty, I haven't a clue.

It's July now and I'm wishing the time away until we reach October, what am I, stupid? It means I get older faster and I'm in no hurry to do that. So, I wile away the time until we reach cooler weather.