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September 2, 2004
• Anyway... Anyway... This week is a sad one -- the beginning of September always marks, for me, a turning of the season from summer to fall, taking us one step closer to winter. Autumn is my favorite season. I love the foliage, the cool temperatures and the slight slowing of my insane work schedule. But autumn is the last season before my least favorite -- winter. I am not a winter person. It will be cold. It will be grey and black. It will be dark at 4:30. No, no, no. I know you don't want to hear about winter right now and neither do I. But what can we do to make fall so fabulous that it carries us all the way through winter? Knit lots of woolly orange and red sweaters? Adopt lots of extra dogs to keep us warm? Cook Indian food with lots of cardamom and cumin and coriander? All of the above? Of course, now that I've been whining about winter, we are bound to have a week or so of actually hot days ... giving me one last chance to fill Otis’ pool and let him have a nice dog swim in the back yard. And if we do get an Indian summer, you can rely on me to be the first person to complain about being hot. I guess I'm just not good with extremes. |
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