December in July?

December in July?

December is such a crazy month. We are all rushing around trying to end the semester for school, buy everything we need for Christmas, cook up twenty pounds of sugar, attend all the parties, band concerts, parades AND the Carol of Lights. Not to mention scratching through our purses for change to give to the Salvation Army person at Walmart. With all we do in December, it is no wonder we try to start in July.

We really do need December to be in July so at the very least we don’t have to worry about the weather. For one thing, time could be freed up if we were not on constant alert with the AccuWeather App trying to formulate Christmas travel plans. In July it would be smooth sailing Over the River and Through the Woods. We would not have to pack any clothes – or at least not as many – when visiting in July. No snow boots, tire chains or extra blankets thrown in the back of the van. Just a few shorts, flops, and sun tan lotion.

But alas, December is still, well, in December. We work around the weather, school cancellations, and crazy schedules. This past week, we were feverishly working to finalize our (not really “ours” as I have graduated, but to be nice I use this pronoun) project, for the social studies fair, when the power went out due to the wet, heavy icy/snow mix. Aaarrrgggghhhh… We needed to print out two more pictures and the abstract and our project would be complete. About the time I accessed Google Images, the power blinked on and off, spit a few times, came back on and then OFF. The printer wound down and the house was in total darkness. Of course, the project was due the next morning.

The ten-year-old fretted, “What are we going to do?”

I was calm. “WE aren’t going to do anything but find some candles.”

“But it is DUE in the morning. I am going to fail.”

I sighed. “Let’s just get to the morning and see what we can do.”

Apparently not a good reply. “Epic Fail,” I heard him moan.

We spent the night on the porch where the little propane heater happily resides all year just waiting for a power outage. It puffed to life and valiantly warmed us all night. A phone call at 5:30 am woke us to say that school was delayed. The ten-year old popped up and said, “We have time to finish my project!” I turned over.

Thanks to the men working at the Power Company – our power was restored during the night. We got the computer cranked up and hit the “print” button. It waited, whirred, and dinged. The message on the screen was flashing, “No black ink in the ink cartridge” or something along those lines. You-know-who was in a panic. We only had about a minute until we had to leave for school. I assured him that I would write a note explaining “our” difficulties and try to bring the rest of the project to school when I could get some ink and print it out.

See, if December were in July we would NOT have had to worry about a power outage and I might have felt safe running to Walmart in the middle of the night for black printer’s ink and the project would have been finished when he ran up the hill to the school – instead of later that morning.

But…December is still in December and we cozily watch the snow float down in beautiful swirling gusts while we consult AccuWeather. The Christmas Parade – featuring our Teen and The Boyfriend in the HS band – is this Saturday and AccuWeather is predicting cold and rain.

“Oh, if December could be in July,” I lament.

I would much rather watch a parade while sipping on a cool drink instead of combing through the car pockets for one more of those little HOT Hands packets, wouldn’t you?

 

About Fawn Musick

Writings to make you Smile and Think. Fawn is an award winning newspaper columnist. She is an avid writer, blogger, and mom. Her advice comes from her years of mothering her eight children.
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