It’s the Fourth. You never had a problem with today; the sound of fireworks didn’t bother you. You were never bothered by thunder, either. The only time storms worried you was when I had to bundle you into your crate and take you downstairs. Those few times the sirens had been sounding and I was afraid we might be hit by a tornado. I didn’t want you to get hurt, so I’d bring you downstairs with me, so we could shelter together. You seemed to know that something was wrong when I picked up your crate and moved it while you were inside. Those were the only times you really got upset but you had good reason.
It’s July. How can it be July? There are only five months left in the year. I went into my old Wal-Mart last night and already the store was setting up for back to school. Those are days I do not miss; I nearly went crazy with the sheer amount of school supplies I had to scan. Then there was the Ad Matching–which has been discontinued now–and the customers either over-using it or trying their damnedest to cheat us. It was ridiculous.
But back to school really bothers me because it reminds me that summer is almost gone. Soon enough, the leaves will change. Soon enough, we’ll wake up to frost upon the ground. Soon enough, we’ll be digging out from the first snow of the season. Soon enough, it will be cold again.
I don’t know how I’ll handle the fall, let alone winter, without you.
It’s gotten hot again. If that wasn’t bad enough, it’s humid as well. The bedroom is not exactly awesome right now. Sleeping has been troublesome, to say the very least. I wouldn’t mind it if the weather decided to cool down at night or at least, not be as humid. Maybe then the room would be tolerable.
We never made it to Pete’s Robot Convention, your dad and I. I think you already knew that. Taking care of you was far more important. I’m hoping that we can go next year; I’m rather missing the annual dork convention. I just wish that we could have taken you to BotCon. A few nights ago, I found a company that manufactures pet carriers and beds that are crash tested. They even have one that can fit under the seat of an airplane. On top of that, they have nesting travel bowls and other accessories. If we’d had those when BotCon was running, I probably would have taken you with us. We could have all been on vacation together. That would have been nice.
I tell you, Sammy, it sounds like a Michael Bay movie out there. So many explosions. I used to enjoy fireworks but now, I think I’m over them. I don’t mind them at the ballpark but other than that, I don’t really care.
I hear it will be cooler at the end of the week. But it comes with a price: rain. That shouldn’t bother me; the weather might match my mood for once.
P.S. I don’t think that your dad will be having sardines anytime soon. For obvious reasons.