Thursday, October 22, 2009

Fall Back reculer pour mieux sauter

Everyone loves fall with its burst of colors and crisp weather, and who doesn't love fall clothes. I love fall, too, I do. It's just that I've had problems with fall, historically, and actually at first I didn't even know that fall was my problem, I thought my problem was winter...

because on the one hand, you have the seasons:

SPRINGSUMMERFALLWINTER

and on the other hand, you have the quarters:

JFMAMJJASOND

This is the truth, I had it in my head through my late twenties that OND = winter and then would spend the first three months of the new year feeling flummoxed and betrayed that there were somehow three more months of winter. HOW DOES THIS HAPPEN EVERY DAMN YEAR.

James Taylor helped me with this. Now I sing "winter, spring, summer, and fall" to myself as a reminder.

Well you know, hate winter and the world hates winter with you. Hate fall, and you hate alone. But I don't, I don't hate fall. I just have a problem with fall. Which is like being the person who has a problem with Labrador retrievers. Which I don't! Have a problem with Labrador retrievers!

But the truth of the matter is, I get visibly frayed going into Thanksgiving and fall apart in earnest around Christmas; but then Monday after New Years Day, I'm all right again. It's been six or seven years running like this, I'm just saying. And it's starting already this year; it's like how Target keeps putting out the Christmas things earlier and earlier every year, I guess head elf just wants to get a jump on hanging up the crazy.

Okay but, I know what it is. It's the holidays, stupid. (Not you.) And it's started earlier the past few years because I actually started to do Halloween. So far I have been a mummy and a s'more, and this year I'm going to be a shrimp if it all works out & if not I'm going to be Poppy Herman, more about that in a minute. So there's just more to do at the end of the year, and this year is busier than ever.

It's like when Laura Ingalls was pocketing pebbles on the shore of Lake Pepin, and the pocket tore out of her dress. Only dude, the pocket tears out of your mind. Well now, that's food for thought. There probably is something good about trying to pick up as much as you possibly can, man's reach should exceed his grasp or what's a heaven for. Also there's probably something not totally bad about getting the pocket torn out of your mind, at least a few times in your life.

Okay, but. Seriously. People have to live with you. Not that people weren't living with you before, but look how that turned out.

Pick your pebbles, Munt.

SUN MON TUE WED THU FRI SAT
PLAY
WCR Rioters
WORK
Office
WORK
Office
WORK
Office
WORK
Office
WORK
Office
PLAY
WCR Bootcamp
WORK
Grocery & Cooking
WORK
Office
WORK
Office
WORK
Office
WORK
Office
WORK
Office
WORK
Laundry & Cleaning
PLAY
Derby Lite
WORK
Office
WORK
Office
WORK
Office
WORK
Office
WORK
Office
HOBBY
Review & Plan
PASTIME
Choppers
PLAY
WCR Yoga /
MOD Skate
 
do what
 
needs doing
PLAY
WCR Speed /
Derby Lite
PASTIME
 
PASTIME
 

Tuesday night what needed doing was, well first, to lie down in bed for a little while, talking to pit crew in the dark. It's just nice to be horizontal and awake, as opposed to being horizontal and asleep or, you know, horizontal and being horizontal. Also geez when pit crew lived in New Jersey, we had twice-a-week phone dates & we thought we'd have so much more time together when he moved here, but look at the schedule! And when we aren't busy and just hanging out, we're with friends or watching TV together, which is like whoa and great, but anyway, talking in the dark is like our old phone dates, except that we can hold hands. Okay anyway, then what needed doing was to make an insanely hot garlic and ginger soup because he has a cold. Recipe TK, totally vegan! And then, I absolutely had to start on my shrimp costume. About which I will only say for now, I set a land speed record for lowering my expectations.

Wednesday night it was talking in the dark, and then making creamed broccoli soup. And we are now out of butter! Earth Balance margarine, ahoy. And sending pit crew out for ping pong balls and pink bendy straws. And having a quiet moment to write by myself; that needs doing sometimes, too. And eating the Hostess fruit pie that he came back with. And thinking how to do without the ping pong balls, which he reported back that Kmart only had in a bucket of 32. Laundry to be folded, eyeballs and antennae and extra little arms to be fabricated—

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