I like the sense of new beginnings wrapped up in the anticipation of winter. I like the way the the shortening of the days seems to mandate a quiet looking inward. I like how the trees disrobe. I like (gasp!) Christmas shopping. I really do.
Did I miss going to Staples with one or both of the boys last week? I don’t think so.
I took part in that crazed shopping ritual every September for more years than I want to count, so its absence WAS noticeable. Another marker of change. But to stand in lines sometimes stretching from the register all the way to the back of the store, because I, like so many others, had waited until nearly the last minute? Ugh. To anxiously check the list and the items in the cart, hoping we selected the right size or color index cards and the exactly specified composition book? No, I didn’t miss it.
I can go next week. Or, not at all. But, probably next week, because what is September without the purchase of some snazzy new notebooks and a dozen or so workhorse pens (I prefer Bic blue medium point).
Okay, so I AM a notebook nerd. I probably buy everyone on my gift list a blank book at least every other year, because I can’t help buying them and because to me, they would be a welcome gift. Tell me to stop!
I cleaned the boys’ rooms this week, partly in anticipation of company, partly as a way to acknowledge their absences.
With the cool air on Sunday (hallelujah, rain storm!), I could run the fans all day and refresh the whole upstairs.