There’s always something about the arrival of Fall that I find deeply comforting.
Don’t get me wrong, I genuinely love Summer. I love her reliability – her near-constant light and temperatures. Once you hit 90, can you really discernibly tell if the temperature continues to rise?
I love breezes, water, cold drinks (even the ones without alcohol in them) and frozen dairy on a stick. I love grills, patios, porches, and blowing bubbles. I love hiding in the shade during the brutal mid-day sun and maybe even catching a blanket-free catnap.
I love Summer, but I love to see her go, too. There’s something about all that sun- blinding consistency that seems to stop the passing of time. By August, I find myself watching the crowd for Punxsutawney Phil or the other Ghost Buster that I always confuse with Bill Murray.
But then the evenings start to get a little cooler. The dawn arrives a little later. The sun slides just a little lower in the sky and the light takes on that unnamable quality that you only see as Fall approaches.
And the passing of time resumes again. It calms me, solaces me. The ominous weight of captivity that’s been building for months begins to dissipate and I breathe a little more freely.
Sure, it quickly descends into dread over the impending HELL OF WINTER, but for a brief handful of weeks, anything and everything seems possible.
I need a piece of corn.
Let’s try this again:
Last week, I planted a mess of seedlings I’d been nurturing for months outside in some raised garden beds I recently built. They’re dead now. Apparently, you’re supposed to ease them outside, harden them, prepare them – not just shove ‘em in some mud and expect them to [...]
So first? I think we need to acknowledge this video exists.
Second? I can’t lift my arms. That’s not really true. It’s called “creative license,” people. Also it’s called “Elly decided that after pining for a yard of her own her whole damn life be damned if she’s going to wait another fucking minute to [...]
Why yes, I am talking to you, you fetching specimen, you. You.
So part of the problem with having a long delay between posts (or uke videos) is that whole gee-I-should-probably-wait-until-I-can-come-back-with-something-amazing-before-I-think-about-posting-again feeling.
But I’ve missed you people, damnit. And making things. Other than breast milk. (And yes, I did eventually stop doing that. Can you believe that announcement [...]
On the one hand, it feels like I need to come back with something profound and insightful after a six month break. (SIX MONTHS! Let’s just shelve that for now,shall we? Because I’m overwhelmed enough by the simple act of trying to write again without explaining the past six months.) On the other, we could all [...]
I promised myself I’d finally get Paul’s birth story written in time for his first birthday.
This is not that story.
There are a few reasons why, but only one that really matters – I’m still not ready. I’m really not even ready to read the notes I took during that first week in the NICU. I may [...]
Due to a most unfortunate incident involving a large piece of foam, a utility knife, and one of my fretting fingers, there was no uke last week. Or this week. Maybe not next week either. Typing has been a little tricky. Also my reupholstering project is indefinitely on hold.
All the fingers on my right hand are [...]
So this video pretty much sums up my life right now – a wonderful failure.
Absolutely nothing is going how I’d hoped or planned, but I’m starting to be ok with that. Life is all about managing expectations and adapting, right? So my house smells like fermenting yogurt and I’ve been wearing the same pair of pants [...]
Fall. It’s coming. I can smell it. And then you know what happens next?
So before that happens, here’s one last nod to warm and happy weather.
Happy MFBT. Remember to floss. Good dental care is crucial, [...]
I only just now figured out it’s Labor Day Weekend. I’m a teensy bit behind the times. Last night I was watching something off the DVR and there was a commercial for the Target Day After Thanksgiving Sale. I had no idea we were so close to doing that again already.
Sort of how I feel on [...]