The Endless Summer

I had just finished lunch of Mexican food and ice-cold beer with my father and brothers, and was now standing outside the Home Depot in my t-shirt, shorts and flip flops, waiting for a customer service associate to swap out my empty Amerigas propane tank for a full one.

I would be barbecuing for friends this evening, and needed my back-up tank full just in case. After all, I’d had to use the Weber to cook my Christmas dinner when the main propane tank went dry. And suddenly, thinking of this, I had a moment of sadness. It was mid-January. Another 80-degree day, another cold beer, another barbecue… and what happened to winter, to whisky and braises?? We can’t even go skiing because there’s no snow in the mountains. As I write this, many of the mountains are, in fact, on fire.

Happy, lightly dressed girls, camping in January

Happy, lightly dressed girls, camping in January

I know it’s difficult for those of you friends in the Midwest, on the East Coast, and in Canada, Iceland, the British Isles and beyond, swallowed by various polar vortices, nor’easters, blizzards, ice storms and so on, to have much sympathy for our plight. We don’t need a shovel to get out to the mailbox. But I’ve got jackets and mittens I’d like to wear! My woodpile in the backyard is looking sad and forlorn. I don’t want to eat any more corn and tomatoes. I want to use the Le Creuset and not the Weber.

Last weekend, we went camping with the Cub Scouts at Leo Carillo beach in Malibu. Everyone at the campsite was walking around in shorts and drinking beer. My 3-year-old daughter shed her clothes and was having fun splashing in the tide pools and petting starfish. For dinner, the designated camp cooks grilled carne asada and made tacos. When we got home on Sunday, my friend Greg and his wife Jackie came over for a tequila tasting, and I grilled carne asada and made tacos. On the news, the seven-day forecast shows little happy suns and palm trees as far as the eye can see. This is not how winter is supposed to be.

It’s sad to be a person who loves clouds and rain living in a desert.

Our son has been having January lemonade stands, and getting quite a lot of business. The other day, and ice cream truck was driving by and stopped for a lemonade. When God gives you lemons, you have two choices — get frustrated that you didn’t get the strawberries you were hoping for, or make lemonade. So we open the sliding doors, kick back out on the deck listening to rock & roll, mix up some margaritas and turn on the barbecue.

And wait for the clouds.

12 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Ingrid
    Jan 24, 2014 @ 18:23:20

    Can I come over? Mexican food, margaritas, and shorts weather – doesn’t get much better. We’re hunkered down in south Texas enduring high winds and cold temps. No BBQ for us. Enjoy those cool drinks 🙂


  2. M. R.
    Jan 24, 2014 @ 18:56:21

    Gosh. You poor bastards. What a miserable existence. I wonder you don’t all slash your wrists … But in truth, there is something in what you say: climate change is causing all manner of volte faces of this kind, eh?


  3. Maisa Leibovitz
    Jan 24, 2014 @ 21:09:24

    I am literally in -30 weather right now. It’s horrible. Only one thing will save me now: Vodka. and Lots of it.


  4. Michelle
    Jan 25, 2014 @ 00:09:54

    Greetings from Polar Vortex II. The creek (that we have to drive though, and only our 20-year-old 4WD truck can do it these days!) is totally frozen … again. And, I kid you not, when I went out for eggs this afternoon they were completely frozen. Enjoy those margaritas!


    • scolgin
      Jan 25, 2014 @ 00:27:26

      Can you stick the eggs in the freezer for later? 🙂 Well, stay warm… I’ll drink a margie for ya! (I’m about to make some as we speak… Friday, grilling steak and all…)


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