Enjoying the sadness of fall.
I have to admit that there are days when I just want to make time stop.
It's usually when I'm alone and the weather isn't favorable. I want to absorb the bittersweet beauty of the changing leaves. I don't want to take the time to do it, though... because it's almost as if I'm allowing myself to feel in mourning over the season.
Fall is tough for me. I've had some very unpleasant things happen in the fall, and the sights and smells of the season really affect me.
Today I wanted a nice hot cup of coffee. I rarely crave warm coffee before mid-December. So I wanted to really treat myself and let someone else make it for me today. I stopped my machine mid-brew and threw on a coat.
I took a stroll down to a local food market and got a cup of coffee. I walked back and felt the chill of fall on my face and the heat of the coffee in my hand. I will be working this evening and I want to drag out my morning as long as I can.
It was nice to do it. Work has been a bit of a stress lately, mainly in the sense that I never seem to get everything I'd like to accomplished. I am not hosting a Thanksgiving dinner, but will be participating in a potluck at work the weekend after Thanksgiving.
I'm planning some secretly vegan dishes, and I'll see how they go. I won't say anything. I know that I have some co-workers that are aware of my choice to do it, but I don't walk around sanctimoniously exclaiming that I have a superior diet. (I get the feeling based on some LJ communities I've read that the stereotype leans more towards the truth)
Did I mention that I'm embarrassingly horrible in the kitchen? I'm keeping my fingers crossed.
What I love about this area (being in the city of Rochester and not the suburbs surrounding it) is that I'm able to leave the house without any regard to how I look to run errands and go for coffee. Because I'm likely to blend in nicely with the crazies around here. I stopped into the Dollar Store after leaving to get my coffee for bottled water for work. Some guy was floating around the aisles saying "They gotta little bitta everything here". He must have said it to himself 30 times before I walked out the door. There are times when it seems funny and other times when it seems tragic. This one was a "little bitta" both.
I want to just spend the day rolling around in bed. I hope this coffee kicks in soon.
Happy fall, everyone.
It's usually when I'm alone and the weather isn't favorable. I want to absorb the bittersweet beauty of the changing leaves. I don't want to take the time to do it, though... because it's almost as if I'm allowing myself to feel in mourning over the season.
Fall is tough for me. I've had some very unpleasant things happen in the fall, and the sights and smells of the season really affect me.
Today I wanted a nice hot cup of coffee. I rarely crave warm coffee before mid-December. So I wanted to really treat myself and let someone else make it for me today. I stopped my machine mid-brew and threw on a coat.
I took a stroll down to a local food market and got a cup of coffee. I walked back and felt the chill of fall on my face and the heat of the coffee in my hand. I will be working this evening and I want to drag out my morning as long as I can.
It was nice to do it. Work has been a bit of a stress lately, mainly in the sense that I never seem to get everything I'd like to accomplished. I am not hosting a Thanksgiving dinner, but will be participating in a potluck at work the weekend after Thanksgiving.
I'm planning some secretly vegan dishes, and I'll see how they go. I won't say anything. I know that I have some co-workers that are aware of my choice to do it, but I don't walk around sanctimoniously exclaiming that I have a superior diet. (I get the feeling based on some LJ communities I've read that the stereotype leans more towards the truth)
Did I mention that I'm embarrassingly horrible in the kitchen? I'm keeping my fingers crossed.
What I love about this area (being in the city of Rochester and not the suburbs surrounding it) is that I'm able to leave the house without any regard to how I look to run errands and go for coffee. Because I'm likely to blend in nicely with the crazies around here. I stopped into the Dollar Store after leaving to get my coffee for bottled water for work. Some guy was floating around the aisles saying "They gotta little bitta everything here". He must have said it to himself 30 times before I walked out the door. There are times when it seems funny and other times when it seems tragic. This one was a "little bitta" both.
I want to just spend the day rolling around in bed. I hope this coffee kicks in soon.
Happy fall, everyone.