August is a month that's difficult for me say anything good about. I consider it a filler month, just filling in between summer and fall. By the time it rolls around I'm sick of summer, and eager for fall, so I regard it as a nuisance. I find this very interesting since this past week-end was the only two days of summer that temps have reached 90 degrees where I live. So why am I grumpy about August? Because I'm afraid we might see other 90 degree days before we can get to September and get fall in the air. We have company arriving on Friday. I think we have five coming. We'll have a good time and I don't want August to mess it up. Three of the group will be from Texas, and two from Colorado. I want the temps to range in the high 70s, or if we have to, low 80s. Give me that and I'll be a happy camper. August is also the month I fizzle out of anything to blog about. I become dull like the month, and can't think of a single cool thing to say. You may not see a lot of me until I smell fall in the air.That doesn't mean I'm gone so don't forget me.