tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146286857215408059.post9005412644201285008..comments2024-03-26T09:34:54.598-07:00Comments on Rosy the Reviewer: Why A Woman of a Certain Age Hates SummerRosy Brewerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17156447894512749413noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146286857215408059.post-34856581191038828902016-08-17T15:47:00.582-07:002016-08-17T15:47:00.582-07:00So true, Susan! I can't wait to get the mall ...So true, Susan! I can't wait to get the mall back to myself! :)Rosy Brewerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17156447894512749413noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146286857215408059.post-45257111794420293832016-08-17T15:38:26.122-07:002016-08-17T15:38:26.122-07:00Here's another reason to dislike summer: when...Here's another reason to dislike summer: when you are retired, the middle of the day is your own private haven during the other three sasons. The traffic is minimal, the grocery store less crowded, and the park is so deserted that you can take the dog off leash and no one complains. But in the summer, all those kids and moms are clogging the supermarket aisles, they are making a racket (and a mess) at swim practice at the nearby pool, and my fitness classes are chock full of moms in yoga pants escaping their out-of-school kids. Everyone is out and about. Not to mention, it's just doggone HOT outside. In the summer, private time can only be found hunkered down in the coolness of my house...further establishing my reputation as a hermit. Bring on the rain!Susan Sprickmannoreply@blogger.com