It's hard to believe it's already August. The scary
thing is that next month is September and the weather
only gets colder from there. I'm not looking forward
to fall coming, because that means summer will be over, and I'm certainly not looking forward to winter at all. About the only place I've gone this summer besides the Bangor State Fair on August 2, is to my aunt and uncle's house on the Fourth of July for a family cookout. I haven't even gotten to go to the beach yet because of working a lot and lack of finances to drive there. Oh well, maybe next year.

On the other hand, I can't complain about not going anywhere or doing much of anything last summer. Last summer I went to the beach once, for the Fourth of July, in Castine. That was quite fun, though I got sunburned. I also attended New England Yearly Meeting sessions (Quaker) for five days and then jumped a plane to England for thirteen days, spending most of one day just getting to Heathrow Airport in London and then a three hour train ride to Bradford-on-Avon after getting on the wrong trains four times on advice of Londoners. I then spent eight days in Lancaster at the World Gathering of Young Friends, a gathering for Quakers from around the world, from all branches of Quakerism and all walks of life. That was the first time I have ever been off the continent of North America.

The only other times that I have been out of the country is to go to Canada six times, and to the Bahamas for a two night one day cruise in February 2005.