Mondays are tough days to get through especially if it’s the beginning of a work week. Memories of the weekend are still kinda fresh, unless you occupy my mind where I forget to brush my teeth some mornings, then really it’s all kind of a blur. But, for the most part you wish you could have just ONE MORE DAY off to do those million and one things you were supposed to do all weekend, but you never got around to do because people needed insignificant things like food and dinner and a clean toilet. Then, wine.
Never mind that you had things PLANNED. Organized shit you were getting done no matter WHO OR WHAT GOT IN YOUR WAY YOU WERE MAKING A STAND. And then you caved and made banana breads and a nice dinner where no one showed up and then oh, wait I have to go for a run because it’s such a nice day and oh, wait that chair outside looks lonely maybe I should sit in it with my fourth cup of coffee that afternoon and oh, look at the dog, she looks like she needs a bath….And on and on it goes.
What were those PLANS AND ALL OF THAT ORGANIZED SHIT YOU WERE GOING TO DO?
I forget, but one more day off would be AWESOME so I could finish what I had in my head to do.
If my head would cooperate and remind me what the actual fuck I was going to do.
Probably had something to do with the bathroom needing painting and my car needing a good clean-up and I should really organize the kitchen cupboards…
You know. Useless crap like that.
I’ll make a list next time and keep it by the wine, that way when I go to grab a glass on the weekend I can have a laugh while I pour…
Friday is finally here and the rejoicing has begun. Even the dog is happy….for a change. The sun has finally appeared and all seems to be almost right with the world. Now if we can only get the world to cooperate.Fall is knocking on my front door and I’m thinking I should get my ass in gear this year to be ready for a festive season, unlike previous years where I bought a pumpkin the day of Halloween and made the kids carve it after school. It was an interesting looking pumpkin. Sort of like Quasimodo meets Mickey Mouse.
This year, I should be preparing early for Halloween by making up some treat bags that have actual treats in them and not pencils or small ghoul-shaped erasers or left over Froot Loops…what? Desperate times….
Or, find some pumpkins and paint them freaky colours so my neighbours think I actually do something besides throw a random pumpkin on the front step and take a sharpie and draw on a weird-ass awkward smile…then blame the kids for not being ‘motivated with the spirit of Halloween’. Damned kids.
I’m thinking of scoping out a local field and thieving a hay stack to throw on my front porch. A) Field? B) Will a haystack fit in my Corolla? I should have asked that ever important question when I bought the car. Note to self, ask next time.
My garden gnome Gary has been hanging out in the front garden all summer. I found him toppled over face first in the dirt. Poor Gary. I stood him upright and vowed to include him in my fall-planning. I’m thinking I could make him more fall-like if I hide him inside a plastic skull and sharpie on some fake blood. He could become Ghoulish Gary by Halloween. I bet I’ll start a trend and the ‘hood will be filled with blood-stained garden gnomes strewn all over front porches…It’ll be like the Walking Dead only we could call it the March of the Garish Gnomes….WHO’S WITH ME??!!
I love getting out the scented candles and lighting them on crisp fall evenings…yes, I just took that from a Good Housekeeping magazine. HAHAHAHA. So cute. The rest of us just throw on the washing machine and hope the fabric softener makes the house smell clean.
There are so many DIY sites with awesome ideas for fall decorating, that I should check them out. Or not. I’ll see if any include Sharpies and colouring garden gnomes, otherwise I’m out.
My biggest tip to get ready for fall is stock up on that wine before we have another wine shortage crises and the world comes crashing down around our feet and we have to actually think of something creative to do with our time. Pffft…STOP ME NOW BEFORE I GO TO MICHAELS AND SUCCUMB TO THE SMELL OF THE CRAFT PAINT.
OH THE HUMANITY…..
Summer is coming to a close and I can’t help but feel a little sad. It seemed so fleeting, so brief a season. I can’t seem to remember long days or hot evenings. (Probably because they were few and far between) I hate the thoughts of putting away the outdoor furniture and my pretty colourful cushions that adorn my porch chairs. My flowers are dying at the front garden and the strawberries have all been picked and eaten. I’m starting to eye my sweaters and long pants and the search for matching socks has taken on a desperate tone. The kids in the ‘hood are getting ready for the whole back to school thing and that means at work I’m going to be flat out running around busy with exams and shattered nerves right up until Christmas break.
There are also changes around the house. The kid will be starting Uni, the two girls are working full-time jobs and Hubby is going back to work. Will there be any reprieve from the busy-ness of the fall?
I am looking forward to warm fires and homemade bread. Spice candles and trick-or-treaters. Colourful leaves and bright frosty mornings.
I’ll miss the easy-ness of summer. The slow moving work schedule, the comfort of getting home a little earlier and walks around the lake in the warmth. The barbeques and days we could sit out with a few drinks with friends. The days I could run in the sun or rain and not worry about catching a death of a cold or slipping on icy asphalt.
I lamented a few days ago about the beach and how I thought becoming an alcoholic beach bum seemed a perfect fit and to some degree, heading to the warmth and sunshine still greatly appeals to me. But there is something to be said for the change of seasons. A new beginning, a new endeavor, a shift of consciousness from easy to busy, from warm to cool, from ending a project to looking forward to the start of a new one. To keep motivated and always looking ahead to the next big adventure or the next little task is what keeps life from getting too mundane. The change of seasons brings with it another chance at regaining some perspective, or beginning something new or moving around something that just wasn’t working. Taking stock and reviewing the ending season allows for ample room to implement some new plan or goal for the future.
Take the opportunity to look forward to the changes that lie ahead with another season and set a challenge.
A little step outside the box can make a big difference in one’s perspective.
I’m still catching my breath from the epic win from the Liberals and the election of a new Prime Minister, that I haven’t had a chance to see fall in all its glory. The leaves are starting to change from their lush green to their auburn and golden hues and I haven’t been out with my camera to take any pics. I’ll see if I can do that on the weekend if it’s not pouring out of the heavens. This is Newfoundland…hail, rain and sun all in an hour. I took some photos a couple of weekends ago, but the leaves hadn’t changed yet, so not so glorious.
It seems the times they are a’changin’ along with the leaves and I can’t help but feel a little hopeful. I may not feel a direct sweeping affect from a new government, but the shininess and brightness that has injected itself into our parliament has left me all giddy and schoolgirl-ish. Ooohhh…what will PM Trudeau do now? The Americans have pointed out the young handsomeness that is now our Prime Minister and I’m not above pointing out the obvious, as well. I texted the crowd and pointed out I was pretty damned happy that our Prime Minister was a handsome young guy that we could laud over the world as our new bright young star…it’s a great feeling to be proud of our Prime Minister. I think we’ve been missing that for a long time. ‘Look at our intelligent handsome PM who is going to stand for the environment and change the way the world sees Canada’…that’s the sentiment and the hope that goes along with it. Everybody is holding their breath and waiting in the wings, watching the young man shake hands and smile with the people. Watching him slowly move back into 24 Sussex and get to work.
This is our new Prime Minister…I hear you applauding…yeah, I know.
Let’s see if Justin can do it…Let’s see if he can fulfill his promises to make Canada good again.
“Just watch me” says the note that is now selling on Ebay. The note he wrote in response to the question “Do you think you can beat Harper?”
Just watch me…
Oh, we are Mr. Trudeau….We definitely are….
Last night, I walked out of my house and spied a little girl, her father and her younger sister walking down the sidewalk with fallen leaves bunched up in eldest girl’s fists. It was obvious they were out for a pleasant walk to collect some fall leaves, although I’m not entirely convinced it was ‘pleasant’. The little girl had leaves bunched up by their stems in her hands and every so often, a gust of wind would blow the leaves, tugging one or a few free. They would take flight, which would then send the little girl into fits of frightful screams. The father would patiently wait for her to run after the airborne leaf and rescue it, trapping it back into her already full hands. She would just manage to secure the escapee as another wind would blow yet another leaf astray, and more screaming would ensue.
After several minutes of this game and halfway down the street, the father becomes impatient with the screaming and the running after blowing leaves. He grabs up the entire collected bunch from the little girls fists and pushes them forcefully into his pants pockets. He grabs her little hand and begins to drag her down the street, still screaming. He gives up a little further down the road, and releases the girl’s hand admonishing her to stop screaming. The little girl’s sister looks at the now quieted girl, points to the street where a scatter of fallen leaves have become loose from the nearby maple trees and calmly says “you missed one.” I giggle as fits of further screaming can be heard.
I love fall….
The warm winds of September were both well-received and confusing. This was July weather, not fall weather, although who’s complaining? Those fall days were sunny and warm, the bees were buzzing and the flowers were caught between blooming and dying off. The leaves were hesitant in changing colour since nature was telling them to remain their lush green. They were caught in a war of wills between seasonal tradition and environmental interference. The plan changed. The climate changed. July was freezing and cold; drizzly and foggy. While the rest of the world was baking in record high temperatures, we were snuggled down in our fleece jammies ramping up the heat and having bonfires to keep warm. Then August happened; August, with its sunny days and thank-the-Lord warmth. The sun shone, the kids ran amok in the street shouting SUMMER IS HERE! SUMMER IS HERE! And so it was. The flowers came out to say ‘hey’ and the grass grew…so did the weeds, but it’s all relative. We could sit out on a patio without shivering or looking for our hotpaws; barbeques were lit, cold beer was drank and we were able to emerge from hibernation, free from parkas, gloves even sweaters and see the light of day; we watched the sun fade at nine in the evening instead of five in the afternoon. We began to feel what the remainder of the world was feeling and we were damned happy about it.
Heat! Loves it.
Ahh, summer. September extended our August summer into fall, bringing warmth and sun and bright days. Our evenings are shorter, our days begin later but the warmth of September was giving us a well-deserved reprieve from our usual instantaneous transition from hot one day to downright cold the next. Thanks, September and the weather gods for giving us a break….Snow will fall soon enough, but until then, I will relish the lazy ease into cooler temperatures.
Now October, don’t go messing it up…take it easy on us. We need it…
Fall seems to have arrived with a little trepidation around these parts. After a ghastly August by all accounts…we were away during August, but the reports were not good…September has been kinda-okay. And I say that while inhaling slowly and crossing my fingers that the rain that is currently beating down the windows will only last for today and give way to sunny skies and mild temps once again. That has been the norm this month….
So, that ends the weather portion of this blog post. In other news, I haven’t died.
Or fallen off Signal Hill.
Or been recruited to solicit Jesus pamphlets door-to-door…although, that does sound like a hoot, doesn’t it?
Because I wouldn’t be able to pander Jesus pamphlets with a straight face and without being a tad sarcastic….”No, really lady you need to know about Jesus. I have this plastic Jesus mold right here that can be used to make toast in Jesus’ likeness, so every morning you can make Jesus toast and feel like you’ve truly had a Blessed Breakfast”… “or Holy Bread” ….JESUS EGGS!!! OMG that would be great. Jesus eggs…the ultimate in Sacred Omelets….why hasn’t any breakfast chains like IHop picked up on this yet?
Come in for Sunday brunch and have Jesus Toast and Holy Eggs cooked the way He would like…sunny side up, but hold the pork products.
Forget the Last Supper, how about the Blessed Breakfast?
Sorry, I’ll stop now.
This has been a wonderful distraction. I’ll get back to doing whatever it was I was doing before the whole Jesus thing began.
I’m glad we had this talk.
It’s Jesus! In toast! Brilliant.