Well, after a couple of weeks of unsettled weather, ranging from chilly and damp to steamy and humid, rain to sun, this week seems like summer's more or less arrived. Forth of July has come and gone, and we've still not had any severe storms, nor have we had any blistering hot weather (in the 90's F). It got to, I think, about 85 F, a while back, in mid-June for a few days, but other than the tropical steam bath we had on and off for the past week, the temperatures haven't been all that bad.
I've still not gone to the beach yet, though. Meh--I'll get to the lake sooner or later, this summer, for a quick "swim"--if you can call what I actually do, swimming. Because of my DCD, regular swimming is a bit difficult for me, so I just float on my back and paddle around a bit...well, I don't sink, so I guess it's all good, ey?
It's not that it's been too cold for me to swim--I've gone swimming in October, cold water doesn't bother me a whole lot, but the few times I've been well enough, or had time enough to go, it's been raining or storming, and the beach has been shut.
This week, however, it's going to be largely sunny--tho' tomorrow is supposed to be a tad overcast, and temps will be in the mid-70's to low 80's F, so that might give me a window of opportunity.
I'm feeling better today, yesterday I was completely wiped out, but today the fever's gone, and tho' I'm a bit tired, I'm pretty much over (I hope) whatever illness was plauging me the past few days. Saturday, before I went to the symphony concert in the park, I took the trolley bus to Lake George, for an ice cream. The view down the lake was amazing! The west end of the lake, and about half way down--about 10 miles I guess, was all in shadow, but the setting sun was still shining on the tops of the mountains on the east end of the lake, some 27 or 30 miles away, and the play of light and shadow, on the dark waters, on the trees on the many near and distant mountains that ring the lake---wow. Wished I still had a camera.
I often wonder if the tourists thronging the shore around the steamboat pier, truly appreciate the natural and ever-changing work of art, that rests before their eyes--or, are they too busy enjoying each other's company, or thinking about going for drinks or to the amusement park or whatever, to truly see the magic unfolding before their eyes.
Do they realize that just a mile or two from where they are standing--with throngs of tourists, traffic, fast food resturants and arcades and hotels--, lies a genuine wilderness area?
