Ahh eee ahh, never was a cloudy daaaay!

[sam60q]

I think by the time I post this it will be October 4th, but October 3rd is such a day for me, big changes. 2005, first day at the Animal Hospital and a dog has to get put down. The entire family came shortly after closing. I waited outside for my dad to pick me up and a little girl came running out crying. That image is still there with the golden gray James Schuyler sky, her blond hair and white shirt and red agony. My dad picks me up and I immediately sense something wrong. He doesn't speak or ask how things went. We turn off of Main Street and, still driving, he says, "Memere died" (my grandma). For some reason that was my gut feeling; she had been sick for so long and, maybe it was just because I had the dog's death on mind, I knew he was going to say that. Well, after that I started falling hard, though it never felt like it was because of that day. Nevertheless, since that day four years ago, all Octobers afterwords have been miserable. 2006: Adjusting poorly to the A-School and being messed up by Robin, 2007: Panic over getting the job at Piccolo, 2008: Adjusting poorly to Pace, 2009: When I realized I didn't want to be a chef, I was stuck working ridiculous work weeks, I wasn't seeing friends, I wasn't moving forward at all. All of them included endless wrecking ball migraines pounding, slamming, cracking my skull. This October looks to be different though. Something, something I don't know, something psychic like when I knew Memere had died, something is saying things will be okay.

OH RIGHT, what I REALLY wanted to say was that it's time to bogey, Fall is here!