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Summer comes Sunday at 12:39 p.m. EDT, so this is the last week of Spring 2015, which you shall never see again.
Fellow Facebook music sharer Curtis Lynch tagged me last week while asking friends to post their favorite summer song that doesn’t have the word “summer” in it. And I said the hell with that and posted “Wild Mountain Thyme,” from whence comes today’s opening.
The song’s opening is, “Oh the summer time is coming.”
We’ll feel it this week, with highs in the mid-90s and humidity hovering around 50 percent. ‘Tis the season of sweat, when you melt like ice in your tea.
If you’re actually going outside this summer, and not just sitting on a recliner in the air-conditioning working on a laptop, like I am, you should think about summer safety. I won’t, but you should.
Besides the simple things like sunscreen (for skin cancer) and bug spray (West Nile Virus, encephalitis, chikungunya) and nonalcoholic hydration (heat exhaustion, sunstroke, alcohol poisoning) and precautions for snakes (venom) and spiders (venom) and jellyfish (venom) and other wild animals (rabies). Where was I going with this?
Oh yeah: Summer safety. Among these simple summer safety reminders is this: Wear a seat belt — if you’re in a motor vehicle, I mean. Don’t wear it as a sash or as a waist belt for your baggy jeans.
As a crime writer, I often get highway patrol press releases that at the end say someone who ran off the road and died in a one-car wreck wasn’t wearing a seat belt.
A seat belt’s not going to matter all the time: If the trunk of a giant oak tree crushes you in your car during one of our afternoon thunderstorms, the seat belt doesn’t help. But it does if you’d be ejected running off the road.
And if you’re driving down to the river, another important safety device to consider is the life vest, or “Personal Floatation Device,” which I personally recommend because of my own thrilling summertime adventures trying to canoe or whitewater raft.
As I’ve written before, nothing gets the taste of river into your mouth and windpipe like gasping in surprise as you fall out of a canoe or raft.
Especially if you float back to the surface and realize your life vest is so loose your head’s going to get wave-dunked like a cane-pole bobber with a garr on the hook.
The catch is you have to put the vest on before you go down on the water, of course. Go into the river without it, in some spots, and you won’t get a second chance, because you won’t come back up. You won’t swim to shore; no one will throw you a line.
So, with that in mind, get outside this summer and have a blast. It’s the only summer of 2015 that ever will be.