Labor day has come and gone. It its wake it leaves a memory of the summer we had, coexisting with the memory of the summer we wish we had. We might be lucky for some Indian summers. We get notice from the furnace suppliers...time to reorder your furnace filters. White clothes are now no longer worn, unless they are 'winter white' and unbearably hot material until mid-winter (though I intend to thumb my nose at the rule by people who sell clothes). It will get darker and darker, earlier and earlier, until sometime between 12/20 and 12/23 gives us the shortest day of the year.
By then Seasonal Affective Disorder will make lots of us low (bring out the light boxes, please); lower as we watch our friends take their Florida, Caribbean vacations and other sunny spots where they, as tourists, will feed the local economy. Lawn mowers will be replaced by leaf blowers and then by snow blowers. Air conditioning costs will be replaced by heating costs.
We will all, one day, realize that the clothes we reach for will not keep the chill off our bodies and frantically hunt for the winter clothes that got put away somewhere for safe keeping...we just need to remember where that 'somewhere' is.
Our food will gradually get warmer and heavier. Those of us who are still on an early evolutionary path will start putting on weight for the winter, wondering where this horrendous, constant appetite has come from. As in past years, we will hopelessly try to fight the pudge of fat that just seems to find its way to our body, and vaguely remember that it will begin to come off again in March or April (providing we work very hard at it and can manage to reverse the appetite valve).
Let us hope the snowboarders and skiers have a more optimistic view of the months to come than I do.
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