{"id":2591,"date":"2021-09-04T09:03:16","date_gmt":"2021-09-04T16:03:16","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/janetalcorn.com\/staging\/1364\/?p=2591"},"modified":"2021-09-04T09:03:20","modified_gmt":"2021-09-04T16:03:20","slug":"saying-goodbye-to-summer-weekend-coffee-share-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/janetalcorn.com\/staging\/1364\/2021\/09\/04\/saying-goodbye-to-summer-weekend-coffee-share-4\/","title":{"rendered":"Saying goodbye to summer (Weekend Coffee Share #4)"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Good morning, and welcome to the Weekend Coffee Share<\/a>! It’s Saturday morning here in Tucson, the start of Labor Day weekend. It’s sunny and humid, and the wet pavement by my front door tells me it rained last night. The air is cool (well, cool for Tucson) and fresh, so before it gets unbearably hot and sticky, let’s plop on the porch with a morning beverage (got my Diet Coke right here) and look back on summer. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

But it’s still summer, you say? Well, yeah, the equinox is over two weeks away, and it’ll feel like summer here in the Sonoran Desert till November. But to me, Labor Day weekend marks the end of summer. When I was a kid, we started school the day after Labor Day, and when I lived in Portland, a lot of times the rain would start right around Labor Day, so I’m wired to see this time of year as a transition to fall. And I love fall, so don’t spoil my fun, OK?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So, summer 2021. I’m not going to talk about the Microbe that Must not be Named, and I’m not going to talk about any of the other raging dumpster fires happening in the US or the rest of the world. Let’s keep our cozy little morning chat, well… cozy. And happy. Let’s talk about the good things–and complain about the weather.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

June<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

We kicked off June with a visit to Tombstone, home of Doc Holliday and the Earp boys and the gunfight at the O.K. Corral.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Tombstone, Arizona, 2021 June 5<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Fun fact: the Wikipedia p<\/a>age for Doc Holliday begins with this sentence:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“John Henry ‘Doc’ Holliday (August 14, 1851 – November 8, 1887) was an American gambler, gunfighter, and dentist.” <\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

For some reason, that description cracks me up. “Gambler, gunfighter, and dentist.” OK, kids, which one of these is not like the other?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Other than the trip to Tombstone, what I remember most about June was the heat. Godawful, insufferable, relentless, scorching heat. A monthlong hot flash. I even whined about the heat here on this blog<\/a> and spent way too much time one hot night collecting memes about Arizona heat. <\/p>\n\n\n\n