Wednesday, November 2, 2016
Thanks for your Halloween wishes. I hope you had a good time, if you celebrate Halloween. We had a lot of fun, as we always do. Halloween is, collectively, one of our favorite holidays. It's great around here; we see the same neighbors every year, including the people who serve hot dogs in their driveway. I made a point to have one of their hot dogs this year, as they are getting ready to move to Seattle in a few weeks. I'll miss their tradition. If my driveway were flat like theirs, I might consider taking it up myself. The pencils were a hit, as usual. We have a lot of candy, much of which will be going to work with the Bear. You can send anything down there and it will be eaten in minutes. That's how I get away with baking cookies so often.
The week has been kind of hassle so far, otherwise. The LB had some medical tests over the past couple of days, with a visit to his nephrologist scheduled for next week. This afternoon, we went to the lab facility for blood work. We waited nearly an hour to be called back. Then we learned that his favorite phlebotomist was not on duty. He was a trooper, though, as always. He did fine with the phlebotomist he was given. She was not Stephen, gabby, jokey football enthusiast, but she was young and pretty, and she worked lightning-fast.
We were home in time to finish homework and start dinner. Around five-thirty, I went outside to walk around with my camera. A storm was blowing in from the south, blue sky filling with long fingers of cloud, the wind kicking up and the temperature falling quickly. We're supposed to have good rain for the next few days, and much more seasonable temperatures for the foreseeable future. October was visually stunning - weeks of warm, sunny weather, cloudless skies and only a tiny bit of rain. But it didn't feel right - it shouldn't be 80 degrees in late October, beautiful though it may have been. I feel very anxious when the weather doesn't match the calendar. I've mentioned my discomfort with this before; I actually lose sleep when it happens. I check the online weather forecasts almost obsessively, watching the long-range predictions with an eagle eye. I stay up late enough to watch the forecast on the nightly news; might as well, if I'm not going to sleep anyway.
When the change finally occurs, as seems to be happening literally as I write (seriously, I think we're going to lose a bird feeder before the night is over), it's pure relief. My entire self feels better, physically and especially mentally. It's not just that I love fall and cool weather. I crave the orderly progression of things, the march through the seasons, the timely arrival of the right conditions for the page on the calendar. I always have: I can remember a childhood Christmas that was more like September than December and how upset it made me feel, and a bright, breezy Easter when I was a teenager which culminated in a heavy snowstorm, knocking out the electricity for a week; in the space of 48 hours, I went from flitting about in a baby-doll dress and espadrilles to sleeping in my winter coat.
When it goes right, though, it feels so good. I love this time before a storm, when I'm making plans for how to spend the next few days - cooking (tomorrow, I'll make spaghetti sauce, and a pie with the last of my neighbor's apples), stitching on my Sweetiepie sampler, reading aloud to the GB from Ramona and Her Father, watching The Crown on Netflix as soon as possible on Friday, attending a 40th birthday party for my good friend on Saturday night. Here it comes. Here comes my afghans-and-tea storm.