The Big Green House

Wednesday, September 10, 2003

 

Fall on me

The rain has returned, at least for today. The sky has been slate gray all day long, and the wind is whipping the trees around.

I couldn�t be happier.

Well, that�s not strictly true. So far as I know there�s no ceiling on happiness, a point at which one is no longer allowed to feel better than one already does. I sure as hell hope not, anyway.

The leaves haven�t started turning yet, since it�s been so warm, but it�s only a matter of time. Soon the Science Girl sweaters will come out, and I can start wearing my beloved flannel shirts again. Cold and rain and fog and maybe, just maybe, if I live a pure and righteous life, we�ll get some snow this year.

I know I�m jumping the gun a little here, but I just cannot wait another day for fall to begin in earnest. Usually what happens is we get a few days in a row like today, I get happy and start acting like it�s actually November already, and then that damn �Indian summer� kicks in and I�m walking the dog with my chamois shirt in full effect, but it�s 78 outside so I�m perspiring like the proverbial pig. All because I got suckered by a couple of rainy days. Every year I swear it�s not gonna happen again, and every year it does. It�s like some sort of perverse autumnal ceremony in which I am The Sweating Man, the one who, through ritual disappointment and discomfort, insures adequate rainfall for the coming year.

The things I do for you people.

bmarkey 9/10/2003 09:14:00 PM