September 28, 2008

September ... whatever

Normally, I love September. The weather is still pretty good but not sweltering, gardens are pumping out bushels of produce, there's lots to do outside, and there's the excitement of a new school year. Both my birthday and anniversary are also in September, as well as the birthdays of several family members and friends. There are the apple, pear, grape and pumpkin harvests (not to be confused with the late-at-night-before-the-first-frost basil harvest), and associated "putting things by." I think you'd have to be totally out of touch to not feel some connection to the changing of the seasons. This year, however, September has frankly sucked.

This will be a whiny post. Please skip it if you've already had your fill of navel-gazing. But really, this September has consisted of disintegrating family marriages, the less-graceful and potentially dangerous parts of aging, one weekend spent at a regional Intensive Care Unit, and a bonus trip to our local ER with Miss T (she's fine and has a hard head). For fun, I have contemplated ratting out relations who should no longer be driving, and dealt with back-to-school tantrums. Is there a special no-tantrum dance, spell or incantation I can do? If there is I really need some of that. I'll bring my inner-pagan out of retirement and confess before next Sunday's communion. The Book of Common Prayer isn't covering this one for me, and I'm done with Sears, Brazelton & Kurcinka. Luckily, I'm to busy with my own little sphere to fully understand the extent of the ongoing financial meltdown. But then again, by my frequent checks of the NYT homepage, better minds than mine still haven't quite figured it out.

I am tired, I admit, and a little worn out. If my posting is spotty for the next few weeks, I apologize.

On the up-side, I really enjoyed turning 35, and the Hubby and I celebrated our 10th anniversary. Ten years ... and they flew by so quickly. I may not have survived a few of those ten years without that companionship and love. Getting married was almost an afterthought, and I was and am pretty conflicted about the social meaning of marriage. Despite that, it's one of the best things I've done with my life. Love you, Sweets.

1 comment:

Dynamic Meter said...

What can I say? I love you, too!