Whirlwind

Once again in a moving car en route from a party, the third in two days. Anyone would think that I live in a nonstop social whirlwind,  but anyone would be wrong.  

Memorial Day weekend always marks a sea change. I'm naturally introverted and would be a downright recluse if I didn't have children.  I do have children,  though, and I live in the friendliest and most social of neighborhoods. Contrary to my own nature,  I'm one of the friendliest and most social among my neighbors, and summer is high time for parties,  cookouts, and get-togethers of every sort. We'll be all but a commune until Labor Day, and as much as I love it,  I'm not quite ready. I wish I had another week to steel myself.

The drama. "Steel myself" for three months of swimming, margaritas, and picnics. It's possible,  perhaps, that there are a few people here and there who have bigger problems than this.  This too shall pass, and I'll be sorry to see it go,  as always.  Onward.