and it's fall, autumn, the dog days of summer gone bad influenced by the coming of the dreaded season of winter. UGH. It isn't fall that I mind. Fall is kind of nice. The light has that golden cast that makes things look like you are viewing them through a small haze of pixie dust, there is a musky, crisp smell to the air and even a hot day has a bit of briskness that reminds you that this is not July. Fall by itself is a nice time of year - but what it means is a different story. It means WINTER IS COMING. Snow will soon be flying. Cold is brewing and winter coats will be needed. CRUM. I don't like winter. Syd told me last night she loves winter because you can be warm and cozy in the house and drink hot chocolate and look for toys on the Internet (so much for waiting for the Christmas catalogs to show up in the mail). I don't care what she thinks I still don't like winter, well except for that part that kills the bugs so we don't have big creepy crawlies like they do where winter is not part of the seasonal calendar. I dislike bugs and snakes more than I dislike winter so I guess it's a trade-off. We had a hard frost last night - a little early and a definite reminder of what is to come in the not too far off future. I better start looking for hats and mittens it is hard to tell how long it will take me to figure out where I have stored them during that glowing, glorious season called summer! It's going to be a long six months...
TTFN...
Oh and speaking of Paul McCartney (you knew that was the song reference - right Amy - right?). He is getting married again. I hope he makes a better choice than his last money digging wench. I mean really why IS he getting remarried? He had a long happy marriage already, he has a lot of money, he could date almost anyone he wanted and I can't imagine he wants more kids - he's 60 something for gosh sakes. Oh wait I remember he's a man and men - they just can't live without us - it's a fact... :-)
