Once again, Fall is on it's way. For some reason, I'm always dubious that summer or winter will pass when I'm in the middle of them. Despite constant proof to the contrary, I still sort of believe that they will just stick around and torture me forever. See, I'm an Autumn lady who happens to also dig Spring. These are the two touchiest and most fickle of seasons. Sometimes, they seem to only last a couple of weeks before the ball hogs of summer and winter tackle them to the ground and steamroll them.
Speaking of tackling. I was driving past a group of old people. They were in a bocce playing field, sitting on benches lining either side of the pitch (is what I'm guessing the bocce play field is called). As is my wont, I chose to imagine what else they could be assembling for. Of course orgy was my first thought. Then, British Bulldog came to mind, which is actually way more funny to imagine than orgy. You know British Bulldog right? The really sensible game where groups of kids line up on either side of a field and then yell "British Bulldog!" and charge at each other and tackle each other. That's some good sportin'. I loved that game.
So, back in the now, it's 8pm and pitch black already so Fall is, in fact, coming. Summer will give up the ghost even though I'm sure it would stick around, annoying me with it's heat and sun all year if it could. Summer is so bloody full of itself.
The wasps are dozy, the geese will be heading for the hills( I don't mean Hollywood), all my plants are dead, but that's mainly because I didn't water them enough the past 2 weeks...Anyway, the signs are all there. So kiss my ass summer. You go ahead and have your last few days of heaty heatness. You are so outta here.
Sigh. The arrival of Autumn is always so bittersweet though. I love the weather, but as the days grow shorter, depression does tend to sit in. Now, with me already feeling like a huffing, puffing, beached whale at only 5 months pregnant, how will Autumn feel this year? Will the fact that I won't be pushing money around electronically at a bank help? Let's hope so. Maybe I'll haul my widening ass out for Fall walks and get some of that precious daylight to help with my mood this year. We shall see, we shall see.
Oh, by the way, know what's not fun? Iron supplements. They suck so bad. I got the easiest (and most friggin' expensive) kind to digest in liquid form, but it still kills the stomach and makes you feel pukey. Well it's practically drinking liquid rust with a bit of prune juice for flavouring. Mmm-mmm. Tasteee. I tried to go without it for a while and just eat lots of spinach and pumpkin seeds etc. However, after a while, I ended up feeling like merely blinking my eyelids was too much effort for me to bear and developed panda eye dark circles that make me look like the undead. So back to the cursed Iron juice. Shudder. I absolutely hate it. Tough shit though. I need to take it and that's that.
As a balance, something that is fun is making your own delicious cocoa flavoured granola with almonds and dates and eating it with chocolate soy milk. Yes indeed.
Have I mentioned how in love I am with my new blender? I'm in love with it. Oh the smoothies and slushies we will make together, that blender and I. The other day I made a crushed ice, lime, ginger and honey slushy and I felt pretty smug about it. Pretty damn smug about being clever enough to purchase a machine that would easily facilitate such tasty drinks. Every morning I have a banana, strawberry, vanilla soymilk smoothy with some tahini for protein and dates for fun. It tastes so good, ladies and gentlemens. I recommend thee, oh blender, to all the people of all the lands.
Yes well, I have tired of this finger moving. The iron has yet to accumulate sufficiently in me so I heave and huff and only use one eye at a time because it's too tiring to keep both open at the same time don't you know.
Fun fact: I now abhor the smell of cut onions. I used to love it. Now it smells like rot and decay of the most foul sort. Boo to onions, boo.
Good night and thank-yee.
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