Summer 2012: the five stages of grief

Last Monday was Memorial Day. Today's high reached 94 degrees. Tomorrow is Kirby's last day of school.We all know what that means, although we might have a difficult time accepting it. With that in mind, I present the five stages of grief for summer 2012:

Denial: It's okay. There's still time to enjoy the outdoors. After all, summer doesn't officially start until June 21st! (Of course, I've addressed this misconception before.)

Anger: Damnit! This @$#% heat really pisses me off! Where the @$#% did spring go? I hate living in this @$#% hot-ass city!

Bargaining: Can't we just have one more cool front before the oppressive heat sets in? (Actually, we might be getting one tomorrow, although it probably won't do much.)

Depression: I can't do anything in this heat, so what's the point? I might as well fall into a coma until October.

Acceptance: Well, at least the malls, museums and Minute Maid Park are air conditioned. And football season is only three months away!

This summer might be an eventful one for me, not because of the trips I have planned (I'll be making my usual June trip to New Orleans in a couple of weeks, and Kirby's and my annual trip to Colorado will probably occur in August) but because it looks like I will be moving sometime in July. I'll still be in Houston; I'll just be living in a more prestigious part of town. I'll provide more details later.

It's also worth noting that, as of last weekend, my girlfriend Michelle and I have been together for an entire year. She's a teacher, so she's probably one of the few people who actually enjoys the summer...