Happy first day of August! Or, as it’s known here in New York: Happy YOUR NEIGHBORHOOD IS GOING TO SMELL LIKE HOT GARBAGE FOR THE NEXT FOUR WEEKS DAY, cheers! Seriously, if you’ve never had the pleasure of visiting New York City in August, let me assure you: it stinks. My friend and I were waiting for the bus the other morning to take our boys to a newish sprinkler park and, my God, the stench wafting down the block was so unbearable I wanted to barf. Between that and the epic tantrum Jackson threw because we were taking the bus to get to the sprinkler park instead of the Q train — life is so unfair — I was ready to pack up and move to the mountains of Montana. I bet it doesn’t smell like hot garbage there.
Anyway, hot garbage aside, I do like summer and it’s always a little bittersweet when August rolls around and the dog days start dwindling, although September, and fall in general, brings so many wonderful things (the return of pumpkin-spiced everything! cute jackets! apple cider! my birthday! AND THE FIRST DAY OF PRESCHOOL) that how can I get too sad? Still, we have about a month left of summer and I want to make the most of it (another trip or two to the beach! hot dogs! Coney Island! prosecco on the terrace at sunset!). What about you? What are your plans for the remainder of summer?