The good old summer time

I've been selling raffle tickets for prizes that will be given away tomorrow at our church picnic. On three occasions I set up a small folding table and on Friday, a large beach umbrella shielded me from the sun, making up lost time. It was a scorcher.

It is flea market weekend here in Brimfield and that brings out many people both dealers and folk from all over the world. Driving can be a bit tricky and at times, it seems impossible. Everything is in place for the event, our 85th annual Romanian Festival. Hopefully the people will come out as the weather should be fine. Following the church picnic, which will see Wally The Green Monster, from the Boston Red Sox, will be an oldies group featured on the common, which we hope to attend.

We had a wonderful day weather-wise today, but being Saturday, it was a day of chores and shopping. Last evening we had dinner with friends at the pub, and tonight it was Dresser Hill, an outdoor eatery with little parking, long lines, and the best ice cream around.

Here in New England, we must make the most of the Summer, cause the good old summer time slips past us so quickly. The strawberries have gone by now, and its about time for blueberries, my favorite. The corn is not doing well this year I've heard, and it did take a long time for the flowers to produce with all the rain. One farmer told me tonight that we've been having a cooling for the past nine years. It does seem cooler so far this summer. August is right around the corner and for those of you who hate humidity, you know what that means.

Heard on TV a couple of days ago that some women were drumming up their cleaning business during the heat by cleaning topless. I didn't quite get where. Job security during a recessive market I guess. What will they think of next in the good old summer time.