I arrived home early last Thursday morning, 2 a.m. to be exact. It was a long travel day (something like 18 hours due to planning for extra airport time post-hurricane) and those never lead to a coherent day the following day, either. At least not for me. I was in a bit of a fog last Friday as well, although I somehow managed to go for a run, which looks smart on the outside but in hindsight was just a way of avoiding all I had to deal with at home. But, that avoidance went so well that I guess part of me decided that’s what I’d do all weekend. And the weekend, this last unofficial weekend of summer, became perfect in ways that I didn’t even realize I was missing.
Between the lack of sleep, the storm, the travel, dealing with heavy work decisions, worrying about friends experiencing loss, and worrying about close family members experiencing their own loss, I think I must have been in need of some simplicity. Some sweet, end-of-summer simplicity.
I am by no means a football expert, but I have been raised in a family, community, and social circle in which you know when it’s football season. And, honestly, it’s the only good thing about the temperatures cooling, in my book. If football didn’t happen in winter, I’d have given up on life long ago.
This past weekend, one of our younger family members played in his first game of the season (a scrimmage, really, but still!) and as I sat and watched (okay, stood and watched mostly—who can sit during football?) I realized 9-year-old football is just about the cutest of cute.
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It’s almost Fall!!!!
I love the little guy football….it’s like bobbleheads come to life.
It snowed yesterday morning in the Bitterroots, gone today, but a nice sort of warning to get out the sweatshirts.
I love the hipstimatic app. Try Camera Bag too. It’s awesome.
I am sad that summer is leaving. The rains came to Seattle this weekend and while I love fall, the dark gray of the sky feels oppressive to me right now.
As usual, your pictures are incredible.
I was very aware of the light changing this weekend. It was hot in So Cal, but felt more like fall than summer. And today it’s socked in with gloom here. I feel like I need a week or two more of July or August.
We haven’t had any summer at all this year – well, maybe 3 days – so I am not quite ready for the shift to fall. On the plus side, I have never been seen it so green here in September. The trees at least should survive the winter!
Oh! I am ready for FALL! Yipee!
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These pictures are great – and it is the little things that make the moments that make it all flow and leave the smiles.
My daughter rented her sax on Monday. She has never held one, only blown into the mouth piece, and has no clue what she is doing; yet, as I type this, she is picking out Jingle Bells… with a few squeaks – it is just amazing to hear and to witness. She LOVES this instrument. I am sure my neighbors are cringing and I have the biggest grin – It is the little things – the squeaks, the missed notes… and the excitement of a new passion!