What I'm Reading This Week #36
Well hello you! So happy you stopped by and hope you're ready for September. It was a nice birthday week in comparison to last year when we rolled into Kentucky to be greeted with 103 degrees. So 81? Yeah, I'll take it! I saved the gift boxes from my friends to open on my actual birthday including a surprise box I wasn't expecting and it sat in the Amazon pile a little longer than it should have so that was nice. We got my free bundtlet from Nothing Bundt since I pre-worked it off with 9000 'steps' on the bike for 800 calories. We both rolled our eyes at the insane amount of visual shrinkage going on there as the cake doesn't even touch the sides of the package anymore like it used to. If you think we're paying $6 for that crap, you're nuts! (We don't get them unless there's a bogo going on anyway- way too expensive now compared to the $3.99 they were when they rolled into town 8 years ago. Anyhoo... It was your typical midweek...
When I first noticed how much I loved the fall as a kid, it was when I was in 8th grade and I was playing football for my school. Except, the days I loved most were actually the "bye weeks" (we did not call them that back then) because I was able to enjoy my Saturday in the fall the way it was before I was kind of forced into playing football - watching Saturday morning cartoons, walking outside and enjoying the crisp fall air and smelling the smells that fall brings. I remember just appreciating what I was missing out on because of being in football. Can you tell I didn't like playing? It wouldn't be until after my freshman year of HS that I finally took a stand and quit football and told my parents I was forming a rock band. That went over well (enough).
ReplyDeleteAs a child I loved planning and then making my Halloween costume. There were no purchased costumes in my household, it was all about your own creativity with maybe a trip to the local thrift store for components and to the local drug store/department store for makeup.
ReplyDeleteAs an adult I look forward to the local scarecrow and pumpkin people festivals. As a part of the local scarecrow festival they used to have a lit pumpkin walk where you could view some amazing carved pumpkins lit up at night. But it has gone down hill in the last few years, people got tired of volunteering and no one new stepped in to help. I also now love picking out and carving my own pumpkins. I'm not good enough to include a pumpkin in the walk, but I love figuring out what I want to carve and then trying to execute it. I usually carve two or three before each Halloween.
The main memories I have are the walks to the bus stop for school. I loved how dark it was in the mornings, and I loved when the leaves were damp and the skies a bit dreary on my walks home. There was a "cozy" feel to me, like I was being wrapped in a hug in a sense. In my late teens I remember listening to Yanni on the boombox making crafts with a candle lit. It's something about the lighting outside that just invoked a calmness in me. It's probably why I tend to like the rainy non-sunny days now.
ReplyDeletePicking out a pumpkin and then carving it at home! I also loved picking apples from my Grandma's apple tree.
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