All Things Being Equinox...

It's the end of an era.

Well, not really, but the end of the summer is in sight. Heavy sigh.

I love summer. I love warm weather but, unfortunately, Los Alamos' summer always seems just a hair too short for me. Like about six months too short.

I'm not now nor have I ever been a big fan of the cold, although I do like snow. During the winter, the clouds can snow as much as it wants as long as it's not on my driveway.

I don't see why it can't snow when it's like 80 degrees instead of 20 degrees, though.

But, back to summer. For my job, summer is a slow time. This year seemed slower than most, but without prep sports going on, I have considerably less to worry about. That's not a bad thing, however, because going from mid-August to mid-May with few breaks can take its toll and having a bit of respite doesn't bother me a bit.

Right now, I'm glad to get back to having something other than the Isotopes and the occasional triathlon to occupy my time. Oh, they're fine in and of themselves, but right now I feel recharged and ready to go and the prep season waits for no man.

The bummer of all this, however, is that summer is quickly fading like that last lingering firework at the Kiwanis Fourth of July Celebration. You know, in 2010.

The first indicator that summer is coming to a close came in my email just a few minutes ago. The Los Alamos Golf Course is reminding everyone that the Labor Day Slugfest registrations are open.

While, technically, summer continues for about three weeks following Labor Day, that particular holiday pretty much wraps things up for me as far as summer goes. That's when it's back to my and photographer John McHale's heavy lifting and an end to carefree days of drinking lemonade (or anything else I happen to be drinking) on the porch, wondering why it's so damn hot.

Oh, by the way, in case you're interested, sign up for the Labor Day Slugfest now. Call LAGC at 662-8139. Ask for Donnie Torres and tell him I sent you (although, to be honest, there's a good chance he won't care I sent you).

So, enjoy these final few days of summer.

And also, can I borrow your snow shovel?