I love summer. The solstice is exciting. To celebrate I sang my favorite summer song to the beloved husband. It was off-key and the paragraphs were mixed up but the words were all there. I can’t remember what I ate for lunch yesterday but I can remember words to a seasonal song from 50+ years ago.
The nymphs or sprites or whatever were creating havoc here. The beloved husband and I both had very weird dreams. He didn’t remember his but I woke up with a vivid memory. There was a man (age appropriate — no young’uns for me) that I know in my dream but it wasn’t a weird sex dream.
You know the kind. You wake up the next morning and you are so embarrassed to see the person because well…you are convinced they HAVE to know. They were there! You need a cold shower! (At least that’s how I remember it!) I suppose that nature’s way of keeping the population going.
Those dreams stopped a long time ago and that’s good. The people in my dreams were never people I wanted to couple with.
All that dreaming was exhausting. I needed a two-hour nap in the middle of the afternoon to recover. A delightful luxury for a retired person. Or maybe it was the heat (not complaining!). I woke up in time for happy hour.
Meanwhile back at the pond, the solstice and its energy pull got the frogs all torqued up again. There was more conga line stuff going on. Oy vay!
Hope your solstice was full of conga line stuff and positive energy!
So what is your favorite summertime song?