It’s getting towards the end of the year again. Winter is coming quick.
The leaves are almost totally fallen here at The Green (new name for the house I think), at least in the backyard. Our Maple is almost totally bare now, the Beech tree refuses to give its hoard up until its entirely too cold and snowy to do anything about it. I’ve got plenty of leaves to clean up though, our leaf blower died last weekend and Sears says it’ll take until at least December to get it repaired. Oh joy.
I’ve got plenty left to do though: There’s windows to seal from the drafts, gutters to clean out so the driveway doesn’t flood with ice in January, the garage needs cleaned out so Erin can park inside and we can get the snow blower in there, and probably tons of other stuff I haven’t even thought of yet.
There’s so much left to do to prepare our home for the winter that I know is just around the corner even though I still feel a warm breeze now and then. The sun that I catch on my way home warms me through but I know when I get out of the car I will certainly freeze again.
It seems that fall isn’t what it used to be, there’s no more crisp morning with a hint of leaf smoke in it, no long evenings outside with a fire or working in the yard. Sunrise and sunset seem to coincide with leaving for and returning from work. I miss childhood and the innocence from time that you get, it doesn’t matter when you start or stop playing only that you get enough in before dark comes. Now it seems that I just try to get through the day and prepare for the next one.
Got off work early enough today to get a ton of stuff done outside The Green. The gutters are cleaned, the yard is free of leaves and all is well with the world I think.
We had chili and I tried livening it up a bit with some beef chuck roast instead of just the usual hamburger, I think it came out pretty good really.
Tonight we’re just chillin’ and watching some movies, tomorrow its off to the Fort Wayne Komets game and who knows what else.
Peace, it makes life worth living again.
I sanded at work today. All day. Nothing but running a palm sander to catch up on a big project that’s gotta be ready for Monday. Some window sill thing that’s going into a school. I think from time to time about the stuff that I do and how long it will last.
When I make a kitchen I think that it could be around for 10 years or so, most people probably change their countertops more than that. Things that we do for institutions though probably last a lot longer, maybe 20 years. So when I think that when I’m nearly 50 some of this stuff could still be around I’m totally amazed by it. Think of all the children that will pass by my work every day and for all those years, most won’t notice anything about it probably, but still I find it amazing how long it will be there and how many could see it.
I think tomorrow I’m going to be outta work early enough to get some work done around The Green, maybe the leaves in the yard and the gutters, borrowing a ladder and leaf blower in hopes of getting it all taken care of, chili night tomorrow too, kinda excited.
Of course as usual we played poker last night. Had a good game really, we wound up quitting because it was getting late and a bit boring really. Less chips next time guys. I split the pot with Jake and Ben.
I worked out my schedule for Spring yesterday, turns out I have 4 classes (all of them) with Ben. That’s pretty cool I guess. at least I’ll always have someone to study with.
It’s cold. Like brrrr cold out. Yesterday it was 87 degrees and even at 11pm it was still warm enough. Today at noon you still wanted to wear a jacket or something. I hate Indiana weather. Hot, cold, whatever, just make up your mind and stick with it.
I was driving to school from work today. The radio was blaring, traffic was flowing, it was good. I noticed that the trees are starting to change color. Kind of sad really. The crops are almost harvested completely now. I’m reminded of those crisp fall nights back in the day when all we had to care about was being home on time. We didn’t care where we were going or what we were doing. A big trip involved leaving the area code or county, now it involves planning and leaving the state and stress. Those days when crusing around listening to our favorite songs and screaming the words at the top of our lungs. Those nights when sitting at the truck stop for a while was the greatest, even when nothing was said that really mattered. What really mattered then was being there. I guess I always get this way around fall. It’s the end of all the good times and the start of new ones. Falls of the past are some of the greatest times ever for me. A cold nose, a walk to nowhere, running late to band practice, just listening to the crackling leaves in the wind. There’s no time for that now, life has gotten in the way.
Fall is here. The summer has ended. Goodbye old friend.