Indian Summer Has Come and Gone

These past two days have been beautiful. The sun has been shining and the leaves are brilliant in their fall colors. But the chill is in the evening air and soon Fall will kick in, full force only to yield to Winter.

When I start to grumble about Winter, I remember how it was back in Milwaukee. Fall started the week after Labor Day. We wore sweaters to school and heavy jackets to the football games every Friday night. The Winters were long and hard because we were next to Lake Michigan. They lasted till past Easter. The year that my Dad and I left, 1965, it was Memorial Day weekend, 10:30 in the morning and it was 32 degrees. No, not a cold snap - it was warming up. It always seemed so much colder there. I guess it was the dampness from being near the lake. You got cold and just couldn't get away from it.

Virginia winters are chilly compared to Wisconsin standards. Not much snow and February doesn't last for 97 days.

Today I was in my Saturday morning chat room, Christian Living, and somebody asked me where my roots were. Of course I said the Mid-west but said I had grown to love the East. And it's true. I call Virginia my home because here is where my heart is. I've lived here longer than the entire time I spent in Wisconsin. I have a wonderful family of friends here and every one of them is very dear to me. When I get in my little 'lonely' snits I remember that I'm not an easy person to know and these people love me, warts and all.

It's been a decent two days. Didn't have to go to work yesterday. I just hung around the house, did a little work, played around on the computer a bit and rested a lot. This housework stuff is taking a lot of getting used to. I will try to keep up with it the best I can. When the cat hair gets ankle deep, I'll yell for help.

I hope tomorrow goes as well.

God bless you all.