Baumgarten: Summer is here
I’m going to let you in on a little secret. It might be a little shocking, even unbelievable.
It’s hard to imagine that spring is gone, because it feels like it never came. Winter seemed to last forever and ever. It has a way of hanging on, keeping its younger sister spring pinned down as it shouts, “say uncle.”
I promised myself that I would try to get out and take more photos, but when I wanted to go out I either was met with strong winds, rain or a tornado — OK, so I didn’t actually get to see the tornado, which I’m totally fine with.
But it is summer now, and I need to make a new plate of things to accomplish. One thing I don’t want to do is sit in an apartment with Leo all day — as much as I love serving as his personal lounge chair. I need to get out more.
I did get a head start on my tan. On Monday I went to the farm to help my brother fix fence, though I think I was there more so for moral support since he had to unravel a mixture of barbed wire, posts and logs from the creek. I spent about four hours helping him. In the process, I worked on my tan. When I say I worked on my tan, I mean that I let my Norwegian skin get scorched. I’m a little darker, but my arms were pretty hot as I slept that night.
I also have a list of photos I want to take in a lifetime, such as catching a photo of the northern lights, a giant rainbow, lightning and a Ferris wheel spinning at night. If these thunderstorms keep up, I might just get my chance. And the carnival is in town, so I can get my light show and get my fill of deep fried Oreos, pickles, snickers, rubber, etc.
I also want to try to lose some weight. There is a new exercise program that I want to try. It’s called fence building, chasing cows and weed whacking. It’s made by the Baumgarten Cattle Co.
I also have Chrys, my new Chrysler Sebring that I bought to replace The Red Monster. My goal is to get out to Theodore Roosevelt National Park and take the top down (the top of the car, I mean). I just need to be careful, because I hear those eagles like to swoop down and the buffalo get curious. The last thing I need is an animal bringing down the wrath of nature upon my head, literally.
Finally, I need to get out to visit my old friend at the farm. He has red hair, a long face and can run like the wind. And all he asks in return for a ride is a bucket of oats. Perhaps we can go on a date to see the sunset. What do you think, Doc?
I got a bigger list of things to do, so I better get to it. Happy summer, and watch out for that older brother winter. He likes to make unexpected visits.
Baumgarten is the assistant editor of The Dickinson Press. Email her at firstname.lastname@example.org and read her blog at baumsaway.areavoices.com.