We’ve been unusually busy at Chez Buffy the past few weeks. We’ve made it a habit to visit with my youngest sister during the fall. She and her family live in Indiana, so it’s not a major trip, but we wend our way through the farms of Illinois and Indiana and it takes us anywhere from four to five hours to make the trip. Normally.
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The Dreaded Filing
I had a very successful day today. I spent it cleaning up a small corner of my life.
I am an office. Dear Husband chooses to handle payroll. The CPA does taxes, and everything left over is my problem. I am blessed that my office is in my home, and that the owners of the company (one of whom is my husband) are willing to let me work unusual hours.
The bane of my existence is filing. I finish a bit of work and move it to the stack on the left. The stack grows. Eventually, I HAVE to file or the desk might fall through the floor to the basement.
Salmon Thirty Salmon?
Did you see the news tonight? ABC closed the Nightly News with a story about an Alaskan Airlines 737 that has received a new paint job. It took 30 painters 24 days to paint a salmon on this plane. They call it the “Salmon Thirty Salmon.”
The Alaska Fisheries Marketing Board and Alaskan Airlines have gone into a joint venture to promote the sale of fresh seafood from Alaska. Essentially, the plane is a flying billboard for fresh Alaskan seafood.
Just What Date IS It?
Sept. 22, 2005, 6:23 PM EDT was the date of the Fall Equinox. As of 6:23, we were officially into fall. But that date was warm and sunny and still felt like summer. As a matter of fact, I hadn’t seen ANY sign of fall as of the 22nd.
Today, fall came. When I got up this morning, it was in the forties. The house was unusually chilly because the furnace was not running. By two this afternoon we had barely managed to creep into the sixties. Definitely FALL weather.
As I dressed, I knew it was fall because the age old question came to mind. “What do I wear?” I ended up choosing a white turtleneck and jeans, and my sandals. When I was ready to go out, I added a red sweater jacket. I was fine. Since I was inside most of the morning my feet were warm, but the jacket was definitely overkill in the grocery store.
Fall is here. The geese are gathering, and trying out different leaders as they line up in wedges. I can imagine mom and pop goose honking encouragement to the juniors who will make their first migration south. I can (finally!) feel the difference in the air. The angle of the sun has changed, and the days are much shorter. Elegante Mother saw a chickadee the other day, and we should see the juncos and nuthatches soon.
I bought my first pumpkin, and the second set of mums. I have a spider hanging in the doorway, and a spicy candle burning on the counter in the kitchen. I’m thinking about buying an armful of cattails to make a decoration for the front entryway.
Yup, fall is my time of year.
Traveling
My youngest sister’s daughters are involved in marching band. Since I used to be a band director, it’s a pleasure to see my teenage relatives participate in band. The girls attend a school that takes its marching season pretty seriously, so they attend a contest almost every week during the fall.
I plan to pack Elegante Mother up, and head off to Indiana to see the girls at one of their competitions. It’s a pleasure to get out into the farm land and travel where you don’t see a car for ten or fifteen miles. The harvest will be underway, and we’ll be able to tell the difference in the fields from the Friday we go east, to the Sunday when we return home. We’ll be watching for geese gleaning the fields, and tractors pulling corn and beans to the local co-op.
I hope for crisp weather, clear blue skies, leaves changing colors, and the excitement of the competition. Fall is my time of the year!
Hip, Hip, HURRAH!!!
I got the news today that my boat widowhood may come to an end during the middle of next week. Well….actually, the boat will be taken out of the water midweek. Then there will be weeks of maintenance on the boat. So, probably I’ll get to see Dear Husband on a weekend some time in late November!
Still, it’s always nice to know that the season is ending two weeks early. We’ll have to party the day he brings her up the drive.
Patch, Patch, Patch
It’s been one of those weeks…
Friday, the drier stopped heating. We were able to get a repairman in on Monday, and had mountains of laundry waiting to be done. This morning, the plumber came and replaced a water heater, cleaned out the pipes from the air conditioner condenser, and re-connected everything in the basement. Of course, we’d had to wait to do laundry while he worked.
Before he left, I told him I wanted him to take a look at one of the air conditioners. The newer one makes quite a racket when it’s running.
Flux
As….We are in flux at Arrrgh!!!
RedEagleSpirit1 has been feverishly redesigning my blog, at my request. It seems that she has been waiting years to change the look, and wondered when I would get around to requesting her help.
It’s fun to see the changes from my stolid red and gray! I hope you enjoy the new look.
Of COURSE there’s a difference between the sexes
I’m more than a little ticked with Dear Husband tonight. He has control of the TV remote, so he’s usually the person who chooses what we watch.
You need to know that I love cutesy polar bear pictures. I think I may have temporarily cleaned out the supply in Alaska when we visited two years ago.
Tonight, he chose a science show about polar bears. I should have known better than to get caught up in it. OF COURSE, it showed a male polar bear hunting polar bear cubs as a food source. OF COURSE, it showed a baby polar bear dying of exhaustion.
I know this is the reality of polar bear life, but I don’t need to be faced with it in my own home. I don’t care for ANY of the shows that show animals being killed in their natural environment. I understand the situation. I can’t do anything about it, so why would I want to watch it?
It must be a guy thing, because it certainly isn’t my cup of tea.
I want the remote for the next week or two.
Secrets
I was talking with a friend a week or so ago, and he made an off-hand comment about women and their secrets.
Whoa…..what was that?? I backed up and asked him just what he meant. I never really got a definitive answer. He feels that women keep secrets from men, and I personally think that we ALL have secrets, to some degree or other.