What Happens Toward End of July?

Car dealers get serious about discounting the 2017 models, hoping to clear the inventory by year end.

Summer clothing moves to the discount racks; fall styles and colors begin to appear.

Peak cruise season to Alaska enters its final month.

Parents start thinking about school clothes and supplies. Teachers get ready to set up their rooms.

The Tour de France ends. It is, by orders of magnitude, the biggest professional cycling event of the year. By tradition and gentleman’s agreement, the leader at the end of Saturday’s time trial is the winner on Sunday in Paris, as long as he finishes the race. The final stage, the sprint around the Champs de Elysee, belongs to the pure sprinters, one of whom will win that stage. But the race will be paced into Paris by the leading team, and the lead rider. No one will challenge him — Chris Froome retains his lead going into Paris by 54 seconds, and his Team Sky is the lead team. The top French rider, Romain Bardet, kept his third place and podium position in the overall competition by one second. Those times are over three weeks of racing, a total of 3540 kilometers, or just about 2200 miles. For those of us who love professional cycling, the Tour is an amazing competition.

My life no longer moves in the rhythm of school cycles, hasn’t for some time. Seattle has seasons, so I do respond to the shift from summer to fall. And I have two big events in September: a trip to Rochester for an award from the UofR School of Nursing, and a trip to Minneapolis to perform the wedding for Dustin and Emily.

My plan between now and then is to relish every last ray of summer.

2 thoughts on “What Happens Toward End of July?

  1. for Joyce: “Knee high by the 4th of July”. I’ll bet you recognize that saying! We always went to Iowa for the last two weeks in August, which was when my father had his vacation. Most of our aunts and uncles still lived on small farms, and the sweet corn and kitchen garden produce were to die for. We ate mashed potatoes with sausage gravy, sweet corn, and big juicy tomatoes — followed by an array of fruit pies baked that morning and put in the pie cupboard to cool and keep the flies away. My aunts were world class pie bakers. Great memories. And yes, there is nothing like Iowa sweet corn — although I have to give a nod to my home state of New Jersey as well for corn, blueberries, and tomatoes. 🙂

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