I’ve seen this movie before

September 10, 2013 

If my driver’s license didn’t read “Fort Mill, SC,” I might be inclined to think that I live in Punxsutawney, Pa. That’s where the movie “Groundhog Day” took place, and that movie reminds me of this summer in Fort Mill.

I’d wake up, look outside and say, “Hey. It’s raining.”

And the next day, I’d wake up, look outside and say, “Hey. It’s raining.”

And the next day, I’d wake up… Well, you get the picture.

I don’t want to use up my entire 400-word count saying the same thing over and over. That would be like something that would happen in the movie “Groundhog Day.” That movie reminds me of this summer in Fort Mill. Oh, I already said that, didn’t I?

OK, moving on to my exciting essay, “ What I Did On My Summer Vacation.”

I’ll start by saying that I had big plans. I had dreams of going to the beach, at least once. I was conjuring up ways to see our long-time Memphis friends and maybe a Florida friend. Definitely a trip to Pittsburgh to visit my favorite peeps (a.k.a. my family) and to have a huge garage sale at my sister’s house. We’d been planning that since January and after lots of thought, we decided on June.

Well, summer came and summer went. My only plan that panned out was that Pittsburgh trip. And even that didn’t go as planned. It turned out my mom had several invitations to graduation parties. I could see family that I hadn’t seen in ages.

Hmmm… Garage sale? Party? Garage Sale? Party?

You guessed it. Party!

The garage sale got nixed and I became the “Graduation Party Crasher of 2013.” It was a blast!

The two weeks I was in Pittsburgh, it hardly rained. But the day of my return flight to Fort Mill, it stormed.

My husband said the rain came up to meet me and escort me back. And the rain loved Fort Mill, because it hung around for the rest of the summer. It spent its whole summer vacation right here in Fort Mill ruining mine. And then September came, and it picked up and moved on.

Now, I wake up, look outside and say, “Hey. It’s September. It’s hot. Summertime hot. And it’s not raining.”

I’m thinking, “Maybe I can finally make it to the beach.” Because guess what? I’m not in Punxsutawney anymore.

Karen Tomas is a resident of Fort Mill. Email her at brainflurries@aol.com.

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