Fall Back

I tend to be really sensitive to major seasonal changes. I'm not talking in a moon-gaia kind of way, but... well... maybe I am a witch. Tis the season after all.

I don't sleep well and I tend to be more prone to depressive episodes. Every spring I want to quit everything and start over: new job, new city, new life... Every fall I just want summer back because everything is better if you can take a walk through the neighborhood at 8 pm without worrying about getting mugged in the dark.

But every year fall comes and after a few days/weeks of moping about the loss of summer, I realize I FUCKING LOVE FALL!


Last week I made a pumpkin/apple soup and this amazing stuffed delicata squash. I love wearing socks pulled up to my knees or legwarmers with skirts, and since my office is cold all summer, I like that the sweaters I'm wearing are now seasonally appropriate. I love boots and jeans and not having to shave my legs and armpits all the time (although the people at the gym probably would appreciate if I maintained some diligence throughout the winter). I love costume parties and candy corn and carving pumpkins.

Lila wanted to be a garden. Here the garden
is running a race. She also won the costume
contest, if you were wondering.

Charlie refused to be a bee. 

I love the first snow when it means I don't HAVE to leave the house all day, but I do anyway because I just have to take a walk.

I love Thanksgiving sides: potatoes, stuffing, cranberry sauce, vegetarian gravy, fall vegetable dishes and pie. I looove pie. I love pie so much it makes me a little angry. I FUCKING LOVE YOU, PIE!

I am so ready for fall now.

On an unrelated note, my cable had been really weird for the last few weeks. Sometimes I couldn't get NBC at all, sometimes TBS was in Spanish, sometimes I could hear the stage direction during the show (Liz Lemon crosses to Jack. Jack looks to Liz and shrugs). I thought I was losing my mind, but would just change the channel to one that wasn't making me feel like a crazy person. I normally watch one particular news show every morning while getting ready for work, but that happened to be on a channel that was just completely muted no matter what I did. So I learned to love another morning news team... or tolerate them anyway.

I had decided on Thursday I would have to call Comcast, but first, maybe I should check my settings. Checking settings on my TV looks a lot like how I play video games by just mashing all the buttons on the remote in various combinations or all at once. While staring at my remote, I saw a tiny little "lang" button below "mute." So I pushed it. In the corner of the TV screen different words and non-words appeared. Suddenly, it said "eng" and everything was cured.

Can you imagine that conversation with Comcast customer support? After spending 30 minutes on hold and being enraged, some nice person would have come on the line and told me what an idiot I am. Luckily, no one needs to know.

Happy Fall.