tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388011374794192178.post3925060540889938537..comments2024-03-07T12:44:05.519-05:00Comments on Diane Burton: Summer's Swan SongDiane Burtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754105332297068271noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388011374794192178.post-27146163376429751312016-08-05T01:58:02.915-04:002016-08-05T01:58:02.915-04:00August always bums me out, just a little. I hate s...August always bums me out, just a little. I hate saying good bye to summer. I miss the days of going back to school in September. That just seems more natural. <br /><br />I love museums and I too like to do my research ahead of the visit. I usually save the info to use as "tour guide" once we're there. It has rubbed off on at least two of my kids. They are avid placard readers. Elizabeth Seckmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00045076826326574984noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388011374794192178.post-54955531562191273762016-08-02T09:15:28.009-04:002016-08-02T09:15:28.009-04:00The traffic! A major thoroughfare is under constru...The traffic! A major thoroughfare is under construction this summer and guess what the traffic uses as an alternate? The main street next to our subdivision. It takes forever to get out. Endless summers. I miss those. Diane Burtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03754105332297068271noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388011374794192178.post-71441966346175223742016-08-02T09:12:36.562-04:002016-08-02T09:12:36.562-04:00My sentiments, too, Patricia. LIFE is going by too...My sentiments, too, Patricia. LIFE is going by too fast.Diane Burtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03754105332297068271noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388011374794192178.post-83811369626998668602016-08-02T09:11:46.208-04:002016-08-02T09:11:46.208-04:00Thanks, Susan. That's how spent my summers, t...Thanks, Susan. That's how spent my summers, too, when I taught. Reading and reading. Then the kids came along. LOL Diane Burtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03754105332297068271noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388011374794192178.post-36261254888734412912016-08-02T09:09:07.761-04:002016-08-02T09:09:07.761-04:00Me, too, Diane. They don't call it the "d...Me, too, Diane. They don't call it the "dog days" of summer for nothing.Diane Burtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03754105332297068271noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388011374794192178.post-4033948502410320732016-08-02T09:07:24.039-04:002016-08-02T09:07:24.039-04:00Well said.Well said.Diane Burtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03754105332297068271noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388011374794192178.post-62935554943513382762016-08-02T09:06:58.361-04:002016-08-02T09:06:58.361-04:00Lovely memories, MJ. I made Hubs pull off the road...Lovely memories, MJ. I made Hubs pull off the road so I could pose the kids in front of the 45th Parallel sign (half-way between the equator and the North Pole). I thought that was exciting. All I got was "Aw, Mo-om." LOLDiane Burtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03754105332297068271noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388011374794192178.post-65543840271496435412016-08-01T21:26:34.776-04:002016-08-01T21:26:34.776-04:00New Jersey summers sound a lot like Michigan! We s...New Jersey summers sound a lot like Michigan! We spent our summers fighting traffic from the north and west (New York and Philly) to spend our days at the beach. Our summers went from mid- to late June to just after Labor Day. It seemed endless back then. I think that's what I miss most! Thanks for reminding me of those days. :-) Leah St. Jameshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01738532052396774131noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388011374794192178.post-29517639875183355612016-08-01T21:25:38.112-04:002016-08-01T21:25:38.112-04:00New Jersey summers sound a lot like Michigan! We s...New Jersey summers sound a lot like Michigan! We spent our summers fighting traffic from the north and west (New York and Philly) to spend our days at the beach. Our summers went from mid- to late June to just after Labor Day. It seemed endless back then. I think that's what I miss most! Thanks for reminding me of those days. :-) Leah St. Jameshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01738532052396774131noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388011374794192178.post-53796906265543586382016-08-01T20:36:49.383-04:002016-08-01T20:36:49.383-04:00Don't remind me the year is more than half ove...Don't remind me the year is more than half over. Ugh. Slow down, please!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388011374794192178.post-81715517262767257362016-08-01T20:18:34.142-04:002016-08-01T20:18:34.142-04:00I taught for 30 years and always relished the summ...I taught for 30 years and always relished the summer "off" where I read dozens of books for my secondary English curricula. Now retired, I still read dozens of books but only those I WANT to read! Nice blog!Susan Coryellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04700818086229953333noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388011374794192178.post-84164180106895468162016-08-01T19:29:48.761-04:002016-08-01T19:29:48.761-04:00In SoCal, schools used to not start until after La...In SoCal, schools used to not start until after Labor Day, but now some start as early as mid-August. Some of our older schools don't have A/C either. Back in the day, I did as little as possible in August.Diane Garnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06000110555204777912noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388011374794192178.post-37516020868796586522016-08-01T17:38:12.507-04:002016-08-01T17:38:12.507-04:00The last days of summer vacation.The last days of summer vacation.Nightingalehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08557206288038501578noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4388011374794192178.post-30160210601978612942016-08-01T12:24:41.333-04:002016-08-01T12:24:41.333-04:00August ~ Back to School, which for me means Back t...August ~ Back to School, which for me means Back to Work. :/ NOT my favorite time of the year. I just remind myself how lucky I am to have my summers off from my day job. My dad was a lot like Chevy Chase on Vacation. He would take us to see, no kidding, the world's 2nd largest ball of string. We'd often drive an hour out of our way to read a plaque describing a historic event that took MJ Schillerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08921672646433078203noreply@blogger.com