Night before last I woke-up during the night listening to a loud storm outside my window and mourned the loss of summer. I was wearing flip-flops Tuesday and yesterday I put on socks for the first time in months. We had a sudden 40 degree drop in temperature. September is my favorite month and it lived up to all its glory this year. Thank you September. We’ll probably have a few more pleasant days before real winter comes, but yesterday’s weather was an unpleasant reminder of that pending reality.
Depression and some concessions
Do you see what I see? At the tops of those peaks?
But all is not totally lost. Since it was too cold to go out that afternoon I was forced to stay in and unpack more stuff. I know, it looks like it was a miserable job.
I decided now was the time to finally get my fabric piles looking pretty. So I set up a little play tent for the 3-year-old and went to work while he cheerfully hunted food for us to survive on. It was a happy little hour before everyone came home and it was time to supervise piano practicing, homework, snacks, fights over whether to watch The Brady Bunch or Fetch with Ruff Ruffman, and dinner preparation.
And one other little gift to make me feel better on a cold, dreary day: when I went to put on my raincoat yesterday morning I found a package of jelly beans left from last spring in the pocket. So things do even out.