Seasons change differently when you don’t go to school. If you don’t have kids in school, or if you’re not a teacher, you’re out of sync with others who cycle with the school year. A while back, we were having dinner at my brother’s house and I was shocked to hear that summer arrived, because it was the last day of school for my niece and nephews. In our empty-nest, we have three seasons. My husband David is an accountant— he works ridiculous hours during the Tax Season. He also sings in the Temple choir. Weekly rehearsals are July through September or October, (depending on the Jewish calendar) and last night marked the opening of High Holiday Season. And lastly, because I’m a snow-bird, I spend the winter in Florida. I head south for The Season, beginning in November.Which brings me to why I was out for dinner enjoying good conversation and good company. David’s choir practice started last night and I planned a girls-night-out with my cousin (and girlfriend), Lonnie. She told me she wants to write a book and title it “Waiting in Parking Lots,” except, she’s not a writer and it wouldn’t ever get written unless I blogged about it. There are people all over the world sitting in parking lots. There’s drama unfolding nightly at . Need to make a call to your lover? Go pick up milk. Waiting till your wife falls asleep so you don’t have to talk to her; pull over at the strip center, listen to sports radio for an hour.
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