Fall

Fall is my favorite because of the little things.

Sunset balloon flight

Sunset balloon flight (Photo credit: Axel-D)

Forget the popular stuff. Forget the Pumpkin Spice Lattes, and the fact that it’s (American) football season. Forget the leaves and the time change. I like the stuff you might miss, and it’s always better in the fall.

Sunsets are the best in the fall. That golden light crashing through the sky on an Autumn evening. Golden then sweet orange, followed by bronze and soft pinks. You’ll never get a better sunset than a Midwest fall sunset. Unless you’re talking about exotic places, but we’re talking about everyday right now.

The rain. Oh how I love the rain. the only thing that makes rain better, is when it’s bitter icy cold and it’s coming down on a dreary fall day. I love summer rains, when I might have to be out in them. for pure experience, I have to go with icy fall rain. not cold enough to actually ice over, but the air is cool, and the rain is colder. It’s landing on dead leaves of every color. It just smells like life.

That biting chill in the air. Oh how I love that chill. When the wind is whipping around you like it’s trying to to tear you from this planet. When it’s cool, but there’s a sinister bite and needling to it. It just makes you so aware of the movement of air around you. It’s glorious.

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Jeans Weather!

Yes!

Jeans weather is here! I can finally stop wearing those pants impostors that people call “shorts.” It’s about time.

Closeup of a copper rivet on blue jeans.

Closeup of a copper rivet on blue jeans. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I’ve always preferred jeans to any other leg covering. They’re better than shorts, khakis, pajama pants, and slacks. The only thing that might be on par with jeans would be the pants from an excellent suit, but only when paired with the matching excellent jacket.

Knowing my love for jeans, allow me to also mention that my legs are not what most people would call “attractive.” They are moderately shapely(only in the calf area), pale and hairy.  I’m not really hurting anyone’s feelings going back into full-length leg coverings here.

I’m sorry, I got a little excited and had to gush. I know it kind of goes with some of my other recent fall posts, but overall was generally kind of pointless. I’m a little short on ideas right at the moment.

It stems from the fact that fall always seems to be the busiest part of my life no matter what happens. Work gets busy, The Wife starts teaching again, and pretty much everything happens to us in the fall. My brain has entered it’s yearly state of being on constant alert for…something.

It’s a little like an extension of my tendency to get overwhelmed with things. Everything seems to be getting busier and I have very little ability to extricate the busy items from one another. I can’t decide if discovering this particular quirk of my personality is helpful or not yet.

The quirk in question(say that 5 times fast!) is my major tendency to have to slowly ease into and out of things. I mean everything. Ideas, moods, energy levels, interests. The exception that proves the rule here is that when I’m very interested in something, I binge on it. Like my current obsession with Power Metal. I am eyeball deep in nothing but Heavy Metal at the moment(musically speaking, of course.) For everything else, I take much longer than is normal or reasonable to work up to or down from things. I take a long time to get in a frame of mind to, let’s say be busy all day at work.

It takes me a couple of weeks of increasing business before I am able to handle the increasing amount of separate projects without collapsing. When this isn’t a smooth increase in amount, I tend to get very frustrated very quickly. It also takes me a couple of weeks to ease down from the high level of work. I spend days thinking I’ve forgotten to do something, because I’d been so busy just the week prior.

I’m not sure if knowing about this is really any benefit. Life happens at it’s own pace, and I have very little input about what needs my attention/presence and when. People also don’t seem to care that I need a little extra time to gear myself up for certain things.

Oh well, I suppose since I’m not even 30 yet, things aren’t likely to get any easier or more understanding from here on out. Any suggestions on how to switch gears more easily would be appreciated.

(American) Football Season!

I’m excited.

Football season is upon us. My weekends will now be full of what has become the new favorite sort in America. This is probably my favorite sports time of year.

Football

Football (Photo credit: The Malones)

Most weekends will now be full to the brim with Football. Fridays are High School Football. The area in which I live is a BIG Football area. Lots of games to choose from, or I can just go to the closest one, which happens to be The Wife’s alma mater.

Saturdays are full of College Football. Games start around noon EST, and go pretty much the rest of the day. I rarely miss my team, THE Ohio State University Buckeyes. I will sometimes go nuts and watch lots of other Football too.

Sunday is usually bittersweet. Between my Cleveland Browns being… well the Browns, and my Fantasy Football team frequently disappointing; I’m excited for Football Sundays but I typically end up annoyed by the end of the day.

Who cares what happens? This is Football season! That means cookouts, campfires and Football parties. It means cool weather, crisp air, and outdoor sports. It’s all the best parts of Autumn combined with friends and Sports.

Definitely my favorite time of year.

Soon…

It’s coming, and I can’t wait.

I can already feel the way the wind picks up and the air sighs in the evenings.

I feel the little nip of chill in the air like kittens playfully biting at my face and neck.

I can smell the warm, spicy smells floating out of the indoors to warm your soul before you go inside to warm your body.

I’m already waiting for the slashing, cold rain to make the day dim a magical.

I see my breath rising in the air, wispy  like the tendrils of a sea-monster or an Elder God.

I can’t wait to hear the crack and snap of brittle leaves as they turn from fiery halos on trees, to tree graveyards on the ground.

It’s almost here, and I can’t wait for fall.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

English: Vineyard in Napa Valley

English: Vineyard in Napa Valley (Photo credit: Wikipedia)