Saturday, September 22, 2012

Stubblejumpin' Time o' Year

The sun is shining on the stubble (one of my favourite colours but this pic doesn't show its brightness) and I'm just returned from a walk across the field under all its sunny gloriousness. Gloriosity. Glory-illiance. Whatever. It's nice out. Oh I wore a heavy plaid jacket and had to take it off and put it back on a hundred times when the cold wind would come up and bite, but still ... as fall days go, this one is turning out to be a treat. Not shorts weather, but close enough.

Oh, am I boring you? So sorry. I should talk about how my husband is drinking, chasing women, and beating me when he rolls in with a hangover the next morning — something a little more dramatic — but since none of that is happening, I can't. Or maybe I should tell you about the life-threatening disease I've just found out I have? Can't, healthy like horse. Or maybe how sick I am of doing all the dishes by hand and by myself -- which would be true -- but no less boring for you. Besides if I put on good music I can actually enjoy the time spent with my hands in the sink. If I don't pressure myself to hurry up and finish, it's relaxing and pleasant.

Sigh. It's not that I don't have my frustrations, believe me; or that I don't think folks of a certain political or religious bent aren't complete nutbars; there are disappointments in my life, of course, and people are usually the cause of them, and I do talk with my close friends about them, get things off my chest that way.

But damn, it's turned into a gorgeous day out there and at the moment I'm just feeling pretty darn lucky.


  1. I always wondered what a stubblejump was.

  2. Make the most of those nice sunny days while you can. Fall is suddenly in the air. Managed to squeak in a walk outside over the weekend between the showers. The shorter days are hard to accept. Wish summer didn't have to leave.

  3. Lorna, I have added the Canadian Oxford Dictionary's definition of "stubble-jumper" to the sidebar. You aren't the first person to ask me what a stubblejumper is!

    Teresa, I love fall. All the migrating birds, and the smell of the air, and also ... I can use the oven without worrying about the house heating up too much, and I don't mind staying indoors for entire days once it gets cold out. Like you though, I do miss the longer hours of daylight.


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