I keep waiting for my love affair with fall to kick in. It's sunny and crisp today so maybe today is the day, which would be nice because I'm way behind schedule with the season's delights; leaping into piles of leaves, sipping hot apple cider from a hand-thrown mug, spending an entire Sunday listening to Mozart and baking bread, playing touch football in the park with the gang. Not that I actually do any of those things, good Lord no. I think about doing them, which in my world equals having done it (same goes for bill paying, toilet cleaning, sending birthday cards...). Without my imaginary fall activites, and the heady sense of accomplishment they bring, I could never gain the momentum necessary to think a delightful holiday season into reality. It's a process, see.
[Post-Walk Update: If you should decide to 'jump start' your fall love affair by gayly tromping through the piles of leaves that have gathered along the bottom of the fence by the park, try to remember they may not have been placed there by the whim of the wind as much as are stuck to the heaping piles of dog shit underneath.]
Posted by Antigeist at October 20, 2003 11:58 AM