Is it a throwback to childhood tantrums? Is it a delayed adolescent rebellion? Or the influence of all the protests and demonstrations I’ve witnessed over the years? Could it be good old fashioned spring fever?
I don’t know the answer, but the days have turned from frigid to sultry in a matter of seconds and my brain is suddenly in a tropical heat wave. 
I’m like a person living near the equator, who moves more slowly, takes my time, and is not bothered by much, because it takes too much energy to rustle up an argument.
Or maybe I’m lazy. Or my mind is vacationing. Or I need a change of scenery. But I feel as if I am coasting along without direction or inspiration.
So I leave it up to you, kind readers, to suggest what is wrong with me, and to tell me: is there any hope for the future???
MorristownMemos 
Comments on: "SUMMER BLUES" (21)
Thank you Ronnie for explaining what has been ailing me. Gaye
Oh no: you too?
It’s just that. The change of seasons. To hot from cold. It’s too sudden. We have to catch up. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it 🙂
I would never contradict anything you said, Fransi.
Oh please, feel free :). Like everyone else, I am often wrong.
I live in a (mostly) sultry climate and can identify with your torpor. Ronnie, I’m betting by morning, like that baby, you’ll have discovered your vim and vinegar and will be raring to go. 🙂
Wow: I have torpor? Nobody ever told me that before.
You’re right, tough: I am raring to go today! Thanks for your comment.
There’s absolutely nothing wrong with you, Ronnie. Just wish I could join you. I need some days like that.
Paul
Well then, please feel free to take some of mine.
I think it’s normal to feel that way–just think of the song Summertime (and the living is easy…). It’s just too bad life doesn’t necessarily want to accommodate the mood.
You mean there’s nothing wrong with me: I’m just going along with the song? OK, but I’d rather go with Perry Como’s song, “Hoop De Doo: I hear a polka and my troubles are through…”
The baby picture is hilarious! Makes me want to tickle him/her and offer something marvelous like ice cream to get a charge going. Summertime’s here kiddo and you will feel the urge to join in with life soon. I know you will! 🙂
That’s such a sweet thing to say about the baby picture. I hope someone at Google Images feels good about taking and posting it! I’m sure you’re right about having the urge to join with life soon; is chocolate involved?
Just keep turning over.. when you stop too long things tighten up.. so keep moving, you’ll speed up eventually…
You sound like treatment for arthritis; that’s what a physical therapist once told me. Ok, OK, I’m moving.
I think it’s the cicadas. The sound alone kept me awake one night, until I turned on the AC.
I’m sure you’ll find your groove very soon.
Thanks, Lisa; I haven’t heard the cicadas; are they really at your house now?
I bet if you gave yourself permission to slow down and do nothing, you’d eventually get tired of it, and your motivation would return. It might take all summer, but you can’t rush these things, you know.
Could it be all the different demands required of summer, like gardening rather than sitting inside and writing…
I seem to have the same malaise, but without the sultry days:)
OK, Roger; let’s give ourselves a short amount of time for the malaise and then we’ll snap right back. Ready? One, two, three…