Today marks the last day of summer. At least in my tiny universe.
September is my favorite month - for after Labor Day, the Barbarian Tourist Hordes return to the hinterlands of Arizona where they will spend the fall and winter huddled together in their caves and adobe huts, feeding on grubs and pinecones, while we San Diegans reclaim our Fair Land. And since we know that "Zonies" fear the Box With The Moving Words And Pictures, I'm confident that they won't read this post. So I'll share a little secret with you.
September is THE best time to visit San Diego. The weather's warm, the water tends to be nice, and the beaches and tourist attractions are M-T.
Besides, as far as summers go, this one certainly ended on a shitty note. Watching the horrific images coming out of Mississippi and Louisiana...there's really not much one can say. But at least we have our local news to put some perspective on this disaster. This morning, our NBC affiliate wrapped up their broadcast with a piece on a Louisiana woman who was able to save a couple dozen of her handmade chocolates by putting them in the cooler of a neighboring shop. Which made me feel so, so much better about everything.
ETA: I'm really not making that last bit up. Those of you who've seen "Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy" and wondered why the filmmakers chose San Diego as the film's setting - there's your answer. Apart from reaching up their collective asses and probing the walls of their large intestines to find a "feel good" story to attach to any major catastrophe, our local newspeople also like to run the obligatory "How San Diegans Have Been Affected" story; in this case, a reporter was sent to our local airport to interview locals about how they felt experiencing flight delays as a result of Katrina. I'd like to think that the producers ended up with piles of tape on the cutting room floor; many, many unused shots of interviewees saying "Are you fucking kidding me?"