In Oregon July means, after patiently waiting through the April showers that brought May showers that brought June showers we finally have SUN.
In places where Vitamin D supplements aren't a regularly prescribed part of everyone's regime and skin doesn't turn glow-in-the-dark pale, it's impossible to have a clear picture of the excitement accompanying the appearance of that warm yellow orb up in the sky.
People crawl out of their hiding spots. Sidewalk cafes are filled to the brim and summer festivals abound.
At least that's what all our visitors from New York tell us. And if they're right, it never feels younger than during summer.
For some reason, summer here makes age feel irrelevant. It's the time of year when you can see tattooed dreadlock sporting moms dancing in the street with their equally tattooed and dreadlocked children. Don't worry, I'm pretty sure the kids tattoos aren't permanent.
Summer is the time of year when you might walk into your favorite gelato shop and find it occupied by alternative musicians using a 1970's synthesizer with slide cards and occasionally screaming out nonsensical lyrics. When your daughter begins to accompany said musicians on the untuned piano, it's the kind of place where those musicians nod and say things like, "Keep it real, little sister."
It's the time of year when you stop to notice the enormous sun painted on an intersection, talk to the foodies who run the food carts and spend every moment available outside. After all, summer is short and we have to store up the Vitamin D while it's available.
I'm sure you've already guessed this month's theme. It's all about summer, which is vague, I know. But if you're going to be vague, what better time to do it then in the hot, lazy days when bedtimes are late and life revolves around ice cream?
In fact, I'm feeling so vague I might extend this theme into two months. It's broad, summer is short and I have a lot to say that fits under my hazy, lazy umbrella.