I really love this late summer/early fall time of year. It's not as brutally hot as the summer, but it still stays light late enough to go bike-riding after dinner. I have been a serious bike-riding beast all this summer. I tried to bike ride for 45 minutes at a time, and I kept biking faster and going further to fill up that time slot, adding on another block, another side street. Now I pass by three different places where I used to turn around and go home. I love biking along listening to some of the same songs that I've listened to
since 2009. ("Vida la Viva" and "Something Beautiful" have both been on my iPod pretty much this whole time.) I love biking through the quiet residential neighborhood just west of us, then to the big shopping center just east of us, which is so pretty at sunset when all the lights come on. I love this time of year just before the High Holy Days, when all us Jews are thinking about atoning and making goals for the New Year.
It's a little depressing to think that a month from now, it will probably be too dark and cold to go bike riding after work anymore! I'm really not sure how my sister and I will get through the winter without our walking and biking. Occasionally I go walking with her, even though I say that only a crazy person would walk for the enjoyment of it! This weekend we walked to the new Dairy Queen that just opened in our neighborhood -- it was packed! We haven't lived in a city with a Dairy Queen in a loooong time, and they have a lot more desserts than I remember! I might have to start going there more regularly.
We are still binge-watching ER, although Sara says the show jumps the shark and doesn't want to watch much further past where we are now (Season 6, I think). Last night, we stayed up crazy-late watching the two-part episode where Lucy gets killed, then The Ring, The Strangers, and the Sex in the City movie (even though
we both hate it). I'm getting too old to pull off such long nights regularly, but they're still fun every once in a while. Speaking of old, today is ABRAM'S FIRST BIRTHDAY, and tomorrow marks thirteen years since Aunt Carolyn died and ten years since
I boarded a plane for France!
May we all be inscribed for a good year in 5778.