Wee flowers in a jar, sad because they didn’t make it into the big arrangement. We love you anyway, blossoms!
This is about as scary as we get around here. We are not a family for gore and horror.
Small boxes on a windowsill. I think they used to hold candy or something. The boxes were the good part.
I don’t know why, but I love this floppy-footed guy.
This blurry guy is sitting on our mantle. Note: It is TOTALLY the pumpkin that is blurry. It is not a reflection on my camera skills or lack thereof.
And this little guy hangs on the other end. Note: HE knows how to do his job right and not be blurry.
That rusty little watering can speaks much about my gardening talents.
A friend made this for me. It’s so tiny! So cute! So squee!
Have I ever mentioned how much I love autumn? Probably not. I’m really restrained about things like that.
- The Mets are going to the World Series. It is very strange to type that sentence even though it fills me with absolute joy. I don’t think I remember how to be a baseball fan in October.
- My knitting seems to be all garter, all the time. I have a huge garter blanket going right now for a gift, as well as a garter Baby Surprise Jacket for a December baby, and I’m thinking of another garter blanket when this one is done. I wonder if that’s a secret signal that my knitting brain is fried.
- It is October 23 and it’s still not warm enough to think about baked apples, butternut squash soup (yes, Younger Daughter, I think you jumped the gun), and pot roast. I think November is going to be a flurry of fitting all these things in before turkey and cranberry season.
- I am purging things in my house like mad. I used to be a collector of stuff, certain I was saving the earth from needless garbage while I thought about how each item would be carefully recycled into something beautiful or useful. Now I’m all get-that-crap-outta-my-house. And I’m not doing the “tidying up magic” that’s all the rage now because I seriously cannot hold wallpaper scraps in my hands and divine whether or not they bring me joy and thank them for their usefulness. I just want all-that-crap-outta-my-house.
- If I hear “where’s my hoverboard” one more time I may have to punch somebody. It’s a movie.
- There are a bazillion ideas floating in my brain for landscaping our huge backyard, and I think back to the days when I was moving rocks and digging whole gardens. Today I couldn’t get up from a kneeling position. Time, you are a schizophrenic friend.
- Of all the things I miss about working, having the funds to hire somebody to clean my house tops the list. It’s not that I don’t clean my house, it’s that I really suck at it. I don’t notice stuff until it’s in full horror-movie mode and then I’m frantically trying to fix it before somebody notices. Or worse, I think to myself “huh, I’ll have to take care of that” and then poof! it’s gone from my thought process and I’m playing another game on the iPad. (I love my iPad. It’s so bad for me.)
- This year I’m not buying any candy for Halloween. (Gasp.) I am getting a pumpkin and painting it teal. Have you heard about that? It’s to signify that you are a home dispensing treats that are safe for little monsters that have allergies, so no nuts or wheat or crushed roaches or whatever. I am handing out little bags of potato chips instead. And while that is making sweet-tooth Hubby a bit pouty, I am all about the chips. Mmmmm……
- Can we fine all political candidates who flood our mailboxes with glossy mailers about how wonderful they are going to be if you elect them, even though they haven’t been wonderful before this and they’re surely wasting money and materials mailing out those stupid things? Because I could get behind that.
- Luna bars make a perfectly decent breakfast when you don’t want to go through the hassle of making breakfast. My favorites are Coconut Chocolate and Honey Salted Peanut.
I shall pose like this and look like I’m in charge.
Guys and gals, I have been most thoroughly enjoying October! There has been apple picking and apple baking and applesauce making, soups and breads and plans for further delights.
Leaves and crisp air, intensely blue skies.
Distant sounds of marching band practice and football whistles.
Hand knitted socks on frosty feet, snuggled into slippers as more are knit.
Knitting of Christmas gifts while making best friends with Netflix.
Drawing at my desk with the intense sunshine pouring in, and reading in my chair when the dusk is creeping in and I light some candles.
In other words….
I LOVE OCTOBER.
Honestly, that’s what the last few weeks have felt like. It’s such a period of adjustment here at Tea & Sarcasm, but there’s really not a lot of stress involved. I guess when you go through stuff with the people you love best, there really isn’t a residual feeling of being stressed out.
Today will be a regrouping day, I think. After dismantling the huge cherrywood California-king-sized captain’s bed we’ve used for over 25 years, we have the remaining “stuff” to go through. Anybody who is in a relationship knows what “stuff” means: my treasures and his junk. I kid, I kid, I think Hubby has some cool “stuff” but why on earth do we have so much of it? And what in the world makes us think we should ever get more? (Which has something to do with me swearing off buying yarn and magazines for an entire year. But it didn’t stop me from buying a new cookbook last night. Baby steps.) There were eight drawers and three closets in this captain’s bed, and now we have to figure out how to live with a bed without drawers. We could put stuff underneath, and we’re going to buy those long plastic bins for off-season storage, but for now we have “stuff” leaking out of every room in the house. Couple that with Older Daughter’s moving-back “stuff” that still needs to find a home because she’s in the middle of repainting her room and we’re trying to combine two kitchens worth of “stuff” and you can imagine what home is like for us right now.
But today I will make potato-leek soup and butternut squash soup to freeze, and make some pretty strict to-do lists that should whittle down the “stuff” at a reasonable pace and still leave me time to enjoy the fabulous early fall we seem to be having; to do some Christmas stealth knitting (with stash, of course, because of that no-yarn-buying-promise, and I hope my dear friend Lisa who owns a yarn shop forgives me) and plan out upcoming events in a calm and enjoyable way instead of the last-minute frenzy that so often happened in the past; to come to grips with what’s happened, and to realize that when I run into my former students it’s okay to be happy to see them and then cry because I’m human and what happened to me affected me so very deeply that it’s not going to heal overnight; to have the blessed gift of time and the freedom to reflect and apparently the desire to construct very long and awkward run-on sentences.
Tea is ready now, sorry about the lack of sarcasm today.
Okay, I’ll throw in a picture:
How I feel when math is in the room. Science, too.