Tuesday, July 03, 2007

Summer blahs ...

OK, I'll admit it. I've been slacking.

I know I should be blogging about spiritual matters, but the fact is, I'm tapped out.

I really struggle to get through summer. Now, I know how silly that sounds! My dad suffered in the winter from seasonal affective disorder (SAD), but I don't think there's an equivalent diagnosis for those who find summer days tediously endless. But that describes me. I loathe heat and humidity, both of which we normally have in abundance here. I love the beach, but never seem to get there. I come home from work and sit on the porch in a funk, reading pulp fiction to pass the time. I don't think I'm depressed; I'm just not inspired.

It's also true that the Church on the Pike cycles way back during this time of year. The Rector takes a long vacation; while he's gone, we either have supply priests, if they're available, or we do Morning Prayer. Small groups also tend to go on hiatus. The choir is having a rest. I had a friend who referred to this season as the "long, green liturgical tunnel," and she was so right!

OK, enough whining. Fall (my favorite season) will arrive eventually. Now, where did I put my book?


Mrs. M said...

Shall we trade-- I'll take your summer and you take my winter?

Judith said...

Anytime! There's nothing I like better than to be snowed in!

Grandmère Mimi said...

My husband suffers from winter SAD, too. Thank God we don't have long winters.

Fall and spring are my favorites, too, when we have the seasons here in south Louisiana. Sometimes we jump from summer to winter and winter to summer, totally skipping spring and fall.

Saskia said...

Hi there,

Sounds like you have Summer SAD. Feel free to contact me at seasonalsad@gmail.com or check out a website I started for others like you (including myself)--you aren't alone and it's a real disorder! www.seasonalsad.com
check out my forum and library readings you will feel so much better! Take care, Saskia in Los Angeles

Gabrielle said...

There is light at the end of the long, green liturgical tunnel (although I miss the choir too).

If it weren't for the heat and humidity, I guess we could think of summer as a time for reenergizing, but it just doesn't work when it's too hot to move.

Anonymous said...

I'm not a huge summer fan either; I really prefer fall.

This summer the heat seems even more like a punishment as I schlep to and from the subway in my professional, chaplaincy appropriate wardrobe with closed toe shoes and pantyhose while the rest of NYC wears cute little sundresses and strappy sandals.


-the tired seminarian-turned-chaplain-for-the-summer

sharecropper said...

I, too, have summer SAD. And, thanks, saskia, I'll check out your website. We have a place at the beach, and I love to watch the ocean, but I only go down to the beach during the other three seasons of the year. I hate hot sand and humidity. I'm reading fantasy books right now - found in the juvenile section - not as much violence and more creativity, I think. Charles deLint especially.