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It is gloriously Friday, after a long week of busy days -- good ones, largely, both of the parent-teacher conferences went very well and Halloween was wildly successful for both of my children, with costumes and parties and general merriment, all accompanied by a great deal of candy. Nor are they now bereft of things to anticipate; there is a new video game for my smol son (an early birthday present) and his birthday in a few weeks, then Thanksgiving wiith a trip to see far-away friends, and after that of course all the lead up to the winter holidays. I am often exhausted this time of year but I do enjoy it, anticipation and reality both.
The weather has been back and forth; right now it is chill mornings but overly hot days, so I am constantly changing my clothes and feeling vaguely discontented. Soon, however, it ought to settle into proper (for here) autumn weather, with cold mornings and cooler days, and hopefully the leaves will finally start changing en masse. We may even get rain, although I try not to hope too much for that, so that I am not disappointed if it is another drought year -- but oh, rain would be so nice, everything is so dusty.
When I was in Portland a month ago, drinking cider, I wondered why it is I cannot find so much cider down here; it is not that I have gone on long missions for it, but the stores which I would expect to sell bottled cider do not have much selection and it is much of a muchness no matter where I go. On Wednesday, though, driving home from our first trick-or-treat session -- the one along a retail district where the businesses hand out candy and have people dressed up and such -- I saw a place advertising 20-something taps of cider, as well as bottles and small plates of food. They are only open in the evenings on weekdays or I would have already stopped by, but I am thinking I might check it out this weekend, children permitting, and see if they sell growlers, and if not just what they have available in bottles. I had forgotten how much I like really good cider until I was in Portland drinking them, and it would be nice to be able to do more exploration.
Next week is back to the more usual routine, full days at school for the children, a Girl Scout meeting for me, as well as a meeting for the school astronomy event I have ended up not quite in charge of, science volunteering, and a brunch date with S. who I am meant to be seeing every two weeks but it usually turns out to be 3 or 4 weeks due to our schedules. I am not highly inspired for Girl Scouts but something will come together, and then there is a long break before our December meetings for me to figure out salt paste ornaments and other holiday crafts. The being not very inspired is endemic right now; I don't know if it is because of the constant terrible things happening in the world, or due to lingering effects of trauma anniversaries, or if it is even more fundamentally physical and I need better vitamins or more sleep or something like, but the lack of focused energy is starting to get on my nerves. Enough already, body, there is too much to do!
I will certainly be voting Tuesday, and reminding everyone else I know to do so.
The weather has been back and forth; right now it is chill mornings but overly hot days, so I am constantly changing my clothes and feeling vaguely discontented. Soon, however, it ought to settle into proper (for here) autumn weather, with cold mornings and cooler days, and hopefully the leaves will finally start changing en masse. We may even get rain, although I try not to hope too much for that, so that I am not disappointed if it is another drought year -- but oh, rain would be so nice, everything is so dusty.
When I was in Portland a month ago, drinking cider, I wondered why it is I cannot find so much cider down here; it is not that I have gone on long missions for it, but the stores which I would expect to sell bottled cider do not have much selection and it is much of a muchness no matter where I go. On Wednesday, though, driving home from our first trick-or-treat session -- the one along a retail district where the businesses hand out candy and have people dressed up and such -- I saw a place advertising 20-something taps of cider, as well as bottles and small plates of food. They are only open in the evenings on weekdays or I would have already stopped by, but I am thinking I might check it out this weekend, children permitting, and see if they sell growlers, and if not just what they have available in bottles. I had forgotten how much I like really good cider until I was in Portland drinking them, and it would be nice to be able to do more exploration.
Next week is back to the more usual routine, full days at school for the children, a Girl Scout meeting for me, as well as a meeting for the school astronomy event I have ended up not quite in charge of, science volunteering, and a brunch date with S. who I am meant to be seeing every two weeks but it usually turns out to be 3 or 4 weeks due to our schedules. I am not highly inspired for Girl Scouts but something will come together, and then there is a long break before our December meetings for me to figure out salt paste ornaments and other holiday crafts. The being not very inspired is endemic right now; I don't know if it is because of the constant terrible things happening in the world, or due to lingering effects of trauma anniversaries, or if it is even more fundamentally physical and I need better vitamins or more sleep or something like, but the lack of focused energy is starting to get on my nerves. Enough already, body, there is too much to do!
I will certainly be voting Tuesday, and reminding everyone else I know to do so.
