It finally feels like fall here in Nashville. This weekend was beautiful and sunny. I haven’t had the air conditioning on in weeks and it hasn’t been cold enough to turn on the heat just yet either. The only difficult … Continue reading
With the weather cooling down and fall setting in, I decided it was time to change out my planters and put in some mums. In anticipation of this transition, I was letting my sweet potato vines die back. I was … Continue reading
Since I haven’t reported on the weather here in middle Tennessee, well, since my last post, I thought I would fill you in on this strange transition into fall. We’ve had this cold front moving through and though it caused … Continue reading
Rainy days inspire in me a spirit of reflection. Today, I found myself deep in thought about recent events in my life and those coming up. Rainy days also provide me with great clarity on the things right before my eyes. Here are the thoughts that came to mind while sitting at a traffic light on my way home:
- I think it’s time for new windshield wipers.
- I love October. There is relief from the heat of summer and the holiday season is just around the corner.
- I survived big girl Sunday school yesterday. I had been talking about going for weeks, but had some irrational fear that I would be put on the spot to recite the bible in its entirety. When I told Grandmother I was a little scared to go, she reminded me that this year I moved 1000 miles away from my home of 13 years on my own to a city where I knew no one. She thought I could manage a new Sunday school class. She was right.
- I can’t wait to wear boots.
- The new season of Dexter began last night. Per usual, I had nightmares after watching it, even though I love it and subject myself to it willingly. I woke up at 6:23AM in a panic and almost got up out of bed to make sure my deadbolts were locked. My alarm clock was due to go off in 37 minutes and the sun was going to rise momentarily, so I decided I was probably safe and rolled over.
- I wore a sweater to work today and I didn’t sweat. I guess Fall is actually here.
- I was asking one of my clients today if she had any pets other than her golden retriever. She said, “Only peeves.” For a moment, I racked my brain, trying to recall if that is a type of fish or rodent, and then I burst out laughing. People are funny.
- I’m hosting Christmas at my apartment this year for my immediate family. I’m so excited that I can hardly keep it together.
- I think I’m going to grow my hair out. It’s currently just below my shoulders and I’m at that crossroads where I need to decide if I’m going to have it shaped to my normal just –above-the-shoulders-do or if I’m going to grow it out and become dangerous with a curling iron.
- My clients’ almost-two-year-old daughter said my name today. She was also calling her overalls her “backpack,” so this was a pretty big deal.
Y’all stay dry,
To Amber at http://wordsbecomesuperfluous.com/, thank you for sharing the love and nominating me for the One Lovely Blog Award!
In accepting this award, it is my pleasure to complete the following:
- Write a post linking back to the person that nominated me.
- Tell seven things about myself.
- Pass on this award to some wonderful blogs by linking their sites to this post and notifying them of their nominations.
Seven things about me:
- When I am interested in something new, I become obsessed and want to know everything about that something and/or be good at that something immediately.
- I can make a horrific mess in the kitchen. My dad says I must be a good cook if I can make such a big mess.
- I learn best by observation.
- I have an overactive imagination. This is very helpful in my profession as I need to be creative and able to visualize spaces. This is very unhelpful if I am home alone, have just read a murder mystery, and my house is making settling noises.
- I love fall.
- For the past 10 years, I have vacillated between wanting short hair and long hair. Every couple of years, after growing my hair out, I chop off a solid 10 inches or so. I’ve done this 3 or 4 times now. When I was younger, I did the same thing with bangs. Every year or 2, I would grow out my bangs (not a good look) and then, when they had finally grown to the length of my hair, I would chop them off. And then I would cry about it. I’m sure my mother was not pleased with this pattern.
- Siri freaks me out a little bit.
To my lovely nominees: thank you for sharing your passions, talents, wisdom, and adventures.
Y’all hurry back!