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It's Friday the 13th.
I'm sitting in front of the computer, wearing a flannel union suit (jammies) and feeling a bit chilly. But pleasantly so. There was frost on the car windows this morning and it's supposed to be cold again tonight. There is absolutely nothing going on at our house right now... I have some nice soul/bluesy tunes playing quietly in the background (do not ask me if it's possible to play blues quietly. It just is, okay?) Candles burning, husband dozing on the couch, everything's peaceful tonight. It's a good time to think of random little things.

• A man whose name is Frank Burns and who also looks like Pete Rose is just waaaay tooo confusing for me. I keep wanting to call him Major and ask him who he favors for the Series...
• How does one get the smell of burnt popcorn out of the microwave? I have spritzed and scrubbed and stuck lemon in there and the smell still hits me.
  
• I wish these jammies had feet. Then they'd be perfect.
  
• I want my own pumpkin patch. A sincere one!
  
• Jack Palance (the actor) is having an auction near here tomorrow... I feel kinda guilty because for 30 seconds or so I actually thought about skipping a good friend's wedding reception to go to the auction. Of course we'll be at the ceremony and the reception, but the brief thought was there. I wonder what he's selling besides that '59 Cadillac?
  
• I smell bacon. Baconbaconbacon... ah, my husband got up to make a grilled cheese n' bacon sandwich. That smell is SO not working with the popcorn odor. I think I'll light another candle or three. Pretty soon I'll be rubbing lemon juice under my nose.
  
• Speaking of hubby, he starts his new job on Monday. Yay! The six-month-mayhem begins.
• Cherry crumb pie or strawberry shortcake for the boss's birthday? Hmmm.

It's still Friday the 13th, and I'm still here random-ing away. I think I'll go do something even less strenuous, like lounging in boneless cat mode on the other end of the sofa. :-D

(Happy Lucky Day, Pop!)

October Already...

My favorite time of year is here! This is when I see the world through pumpkin-colored glasses, reflecting moonbeams and slightly fogged by crisp autumn air.

For many, this is the downward slope into winter, the last handhold on nice days before the restricting weather sets in. This is the step before seasonal depression and the long, agonizing countown until spring brings its healing promise.

I am rather the opposite. Autumn is my season of rejuvenation, not spring. I feel so much more alive when the weather first drops below 50 degrees, when that little bite is in the air along with a hint of woodsmoke from the house down the road. When apple cider cravings overcome me; when the subliminal feeling to "rush, rush, get it done before the snow!" becomes more prevalent than the laid-back attitude of summer; when the days are shorter and the nights are custom-made for curling up under a quilt with a good book... this is when the world is perfect to me. When all around is hibernating and drying up and blowing away, I am dancing in the leaves with sparkly eyes, a pocketful of candy corn, and an itch to go, to do, to be spontaneous!

Oh, let Fall be long this year
In colors red and brown
Let orange leaves lie underfoot
Instead of snowy ground!

Oh, let Fall be long this year
A season to remember
Let a harvest moon shine bright
Well into December!