The first day of the eighth month of the year 2014!
Not too soon to start Christmas shopping.
I can write that because you can’t get to me. I wouldn’t say it in person for fear of being attacked by those who aren’t through with summer yet.
Some want it to go on forever, but I say to them, “Move south.”
Me? I love the changing seasons!
It’s about now that we start feeling the changes: Cooler mornings and evenings, warm, sunny afternoons. It’s hard to put into words, but the subtle changes begin. The sun is lower in the sky, the sky a different shade of blue. Soft breezes – even on a hot day. Different.
People have diverse likes and dislikes. And that's good. How boring life would be if we were all the same!
I have two different personalities – one that shows up in summer and another that takes over at the first hint of fall. Most people like my fall and winter personality best. I love to watch the leaves slowly change colors, a little at a time, until one day I realize my whole world is a different color! More vibrant. It makes me smile. And smile. And smile.
To say I love fall would be an understatement.
I woke up this morning and the sun was shining. Off to a good start, I thought. I made my bed, got dressed and went to the den where Mr. H. was engrossed in a crossword puzzle.
“Good morning!” I said. He grunted, not even looking up from his paper.
Feeling ignored, I clapped my hands together three times. Mr. H. looked up and said, “What was that for?”
“What do you think it was for?” I said.
“I dunno,” he said. “You either wanted me to come and do something for you or you’re glad you finished one of your chores.”
“Didn’t you ever hear the expression, ‘If you’re happy and you know it, clap your hands’?”
“Yeah.” he answered.
“Well?” I said. Then I waited. And waited.
“I guess that means you’re not happy today.”
“We have a lot of things to be happy for, you know,” I reminded him.
“Aren’t you happy that you’ve been married to me for about a hundred years? And that we can still look at each other and smile when we wake up each morning? And that your brain is still sharp enough to work all those crossword puzzles? And most of all, aren’t you happy that I still have the energy to bug you like this when you’d rather be left alone?”
Finally! Mr. H. looked up, gave me a big smile and said....