Just direct your feet . . . to the sunny side of the street . . .

It's finally summer in Minnesota!
We have heat!
We have humidity!
We have mosquito bites!

The kinds of things we can only dream of
most of the year.



But it's September . . .
where were the 80 degree temps in August?

It just goes to show that Minnesota weather is like a box of chocolates is like life, or something like that. You never know what you're gonna get. But if you were a weatherman, Minnesota is the Whitman's Sampler you'd want to be eating, because you'd always have something to talk about.

Charles Kuralt said,

"This is a place where you can
hear fall coming for miles."



I don't know where, specifically, Charles was standing when he said that, but it may as well have been here. Because Minnesotans can indeed hear fall coming for miles. I personally can see it for months. I start actively looking for the changes sometime in June, for that certain "something" to hint that the end is near.



A touch dramatic? Absolutely.
It's only one of my faults . . .ahem . . . charms.


But winter is only one of the "loomers"
keeping me up at night lately.


As soon as the "ember" months roll around (i.e. Sept-ember) I know that it's almost showtime -- time to turn my work loose on the world once again and see what the world says in response.


And there's so much to do!



I'm having a little trouble staying focused on any one thing long enough to feel like I'm making progress. And then there's the usual September onslaught of ideas.



Any time I have a million things I need to do,
the ideas come down like rain.



I imagine this is what kids with A.D.D. feel like.
And every raindrop looks like an interesting idea worth pursuing!


(Don't worry -- I'm well aware that in the big picture, my problems don't amount to a hill of beans. I hope we know each other well enough to engage in some good-natured complaining from time to time. It helps me relax.)


Pearls Before Swine, by Stephan Pastis

*Sigh*

It's all good.

(Yes, even fall . . . even work and its accompanying anxiety)

So now that I've reminded myself how grateful I am,
how lucky that no one has STEPPED on me
(metaphorically or otherwise),
I think I'll just go outside



and take an extra walk in this beautiful and unusually warm September sunshine.


We've got to enjoy every minute while it lasts!





(Oops! Sorry . . . that just slipped out . . .)