7/11/2003

2003-07-11 - 11:01 a.m.

Burned. The sun burned me. It also scorched my daughter. I can't help feeling betrayed. All winter long I sing the praises of our shiny friend arcing low in sky; in the dog days of summer I say things like "this is what I'm talkin' about, mm-hmm". Today I don't feel the need to be in or near the sun for the rest of my pale and pasty life.

I've been burned before, once rather severely, but now that I'm older the nuisance level of a sun burn has raised dramatically. Olivia, seven years of age and apple of my eye, recovered in a day while this old man is still itching and complaining.

Sun, my friend, I want to keep the summery cream-sweet memories we share, so I'll be out of sight for a while. At least covered in the goo that blocks me from view.