Skeleton- Pablo Picasso
This print from Picasso very much sums up my feelings for the month of August.
I have never been a fan of August. Memories of the so-called dog days of summer spent as a child. Hot from a relentless sun. Bored. Burnt grass crunching underfoot. The coming school year hanging overhead like the sword of Damocles.
August has always had a faint aura of death around it for me. I remember the death of my grandfather in ’68. My beloved dog Maggie years later. Several friends over the years, from a variety of causes. Elvis. The bright glare of the August sun seeming to taunt the grief of the moment.
August.
We were watching something on television the other night, perhaps Mad Men– I can’t really remember. Anyway, the character in the scene that was on said , “I hate August.”
It made my ears prick up and I couldn’t help but mutter, “I’m with you there, brother.”
August.
Well, I’ve got a lot to do this August morning. It takes a lot of work to keep busy to ward off the cruelty of August…
Redtree Times 
Had to Google Damocles, Maybe you need to do a show in September, The work and the antcipation of the opening will get you through late summer.
Granderson has his swing back and I really like the addition of Wood, takes some pressure of Jaba.
Now we just need a Andy healthy.
bh
I’m with you on August. I swore this year I wouldn’t work in August, but I just couldn’t swing it. Today and tomorrow, we’ve got record-breaking heat. It just won’t stop.
Enough already.