I Got the Fever . . .
Dear Special Readers,
I got the fever. The fever for fall.
I love autumn. I love everything about it.
I love the weather. I love the colors. I love the foliage.
I love that this is the only time of year when I can allow myself to say foliage, which is right up there with galoshes as the most annoying word in the English language.
I love the holidays.
I love the holidays where you get to dress up like a freak.
And I love Halloween too.
I love gathering around the table to feast with family. I love breaking out the fine china.
I love the styrofoam plates with divider curbs that keep the cranberry sauce from seeping into the mashed potatoes and gravy.
I love this ceramic violin and mandolin set that never seemed to appear relevant.
I love gathering around the fake backdrop of trees on a beautiful fall day that someone else took a photo of so that you could later take your photo next to that photo.
I love gathering around the cafegymatorium for elementary school programs. I love elementary school programs where your only role is to sweep up leaves.
I love a roaring fire in the fireplace thanks to the wood you chopped down but made your five-year-old haul home.
So I want to soak up these days a bit more. As such, I have been scaling back my blog time these past two weeks. Writing a bit less, posting a bit less, reading a bit less. All of the above.
But I’m still here! And rest assured that I live in a region where the autumn season ends before the campaign season dies.
And in a few short weeks a snowstorm will move in and winter will be here. And I’ll be back to hunkering down around the heat of my laptop — just as Laura Ingalls once did out on the prairie. And I’ll be back to sharing my childhood tales of torture — just as Laura Ingalls once did out on the prairie. Except with a little less Plague and a lot more Pop Rocks.
And please stay tuned this Friday! I will be showcasing a very special What the . . . Friday video. I can’t wait to share it with you!
Your Friend in Flashbacks,