Apparently today is the first day of summer, which confuses me a lot. Back in May, May 12th to be exact, The Lady told me that she was officially on summer vacation. To me that meant it must be summertime. But if today is the first day of summer then obviously it was not summertime on May 12th. Today, when The Lady was trying to explain all of this to me, she said that it was actually still spring back in May. Oh! So it was really spring vacation that started back in May. She said, “No. Not really. Spring vacation was the week I had off in March.” So I asked her when spring started. She told me that the first day of spring was March 20th. Hmm…looking back, she had her week off March 13-19. That was before March 20th. It wasn’t spring then; that was still winter. Shouldn’t that have been called winter vacation? Again she said, “No. Winter vacation was in December and January, around Christmas.” I was just getting more and more confused. I had to ask The Lady when winter actually started. She said that the first day of winter was December 21st. I think that her first day of vacation was before then, but this is all too much for this little blue and orange furry monster to get straight. Maybe from May 12th until today The Lady was just practicing for summer vacation. All I really know is that everyone says that today is the first day of summer. I am going to believe them. You would think that as many falls, winters, springs, and summers that The Lady has seen and for as many years as she went to school, she would know exactly what season to call her vacations by now! Apparently not.
The first day of summer is a special day because it is the day that we have the most sunlight and the least dark. That means that there is more time today that people and little monsters can get sunburned. The Lady has to be very careful that the sun doesn’t burn her skin. If it does, she turns pink, or maybe red depending how long the sun cooks her. I’ve never seen her turn pink or red, but she told me that it has happened before. She doesn’t stay outside in the sun very long and when she is outside, she wears a hat and sunglasses and shirts with long sleeves. Or sometimes, she puts this white icing stuff all over her. She says that this is to keep the sun from baking her and turning her pink. It seems strange that you would put icing on something someone before they are baked. I will trust her on this, but not on the vacation names!
Mr. Guy and The Lady got me a hat and sunglasses so that my monster head and eyes don’t get cooked by the sun. I certainly don’t want my horns to get baked! They might turn brown or black. That’s what happens to stuff that The Lady bakes in the oven too long. I don’t know if The Lady has any icing to keep my horns from turning icky colors. I think I’d rather wear the hat.
My shirts have short sleeves. The Lady said that she thought that all of my blue and orange fur would keep the sun from baking my arms. I hope so because if the sun cooks me like it does The Lady, my fur will turn purple! The Lady is white. The sun makes her red. Red and white mixed together make pink. I’m blue (with some orange). If the sun makes some of me red, blue and red mixed together make purple. My orange would just turn a different color of orange, I think, maybe like the crayon color that is called red-orange. I would become a furry little purple and red-orange monster. I wouldn’t like that. I like being blue! I really don’t want to turn purple. And I don’t want to use The Lady’s white icing stuff to keep me from turning purple. Iced blue fur just sounds very yucky! I think that I will just not go outside too much during the time when the sun might cook me. That solves all of my problems, and The Lady’s too.
Oh…Mr. Guy used to teach Spanish and he teaches me how to speak Spanish because where I live here in Texas, lots of people speak Spanish. I want to be able to talk with the people I meet. I think it’s cool to be able to speak in two languages! I like my new shirt that says hello in Spanish. The Lady doesn’t speak Spanish very well (but she does know the word hola). She speaks French pretty well, though; Mr. Guy and I don’t know French at all. If I learn more Spanish with Mr. Guy, we can talk about all of the brown and black stuff that The Lady makes by cooking things too long in the oven and then tries to hide it with some kind of icing stuff. Since she can’t understand Mr. Guy and me when we talk in Spanish, we won’t hurt her feelings when we say it doesn’t look or taste good.
Happy real first day of summer!
