October 10, 2007
Closed the windows, watched the trees bend against the coming of the autumn.
Finally.
Days ago, the bizarre Chicago heat helped killed a marathoner. And I began to wonder if the Global Warming would shout like a lion, after generations of roaming in like a lamb.
And rob us of all our seasons until we took notice and gave up our vans for hybrids.
But no.
Now I'm nervous because we sort of count on late September through early November to be almost 2 months of low electric and gas bills. The 'tween time of the thud of the ancient heater kicking in and the rumble of cool from the air conditioning.
And even more than the eternal burden of worrying about money is the selfish consideration that this should be the time of year that recharges my batteries.
This is my season, my breeze and fresh thoughts and packing away for the winter.
Have I been robbed of it?. From hot winds and dry dirt instantly into fluttering leaves and drizzling chill?
I've been counting on the emotional break I get with cool nights and warmish days and colored up leaves. This is my time of year to start making soup again. This is my time of year to write furiously, ideas too fast for my hands to type.
Instead I've got a case of emotional whiplash. Sitting in a hoodie and long pajama pants and giving Mother Nature a dirty look.
I feel out of sorts and robbed by the tumble of seasons.
Posted by: Elizabeth at
07:57 AM
| Comments (4)
| Add Comment
Post contains 282 words, total size 2 kb.
Posted by: sue at October 10, 2007 10:39 AM (WbfZD)
Posted by: Tammy at October 10, 2007 05:07 PM (M9ZVz)

Posted by: Michele at October 11, 2007 05:07 PM (h1vml)
Posted by: Eyes for Lies at October 12, 2007 05:32 AM (L67iN)
65 queries taking 0.0858 seconds, 170 records returned.
Powered by Minx 1.1.6c-pink.