It's September tomorrow, but we're already slipping into fall. Gradually, I've come to appreciate and love the season; it used to herald all the stresses of school starting for the girls and me. It meant a change to cool and darker evenings, rain and some gray gloom. Some years we have spectacular weather in the autumn, as well as gorgeously colored trees. We're not known for that, however.
I'm starting to wear sweatshirts on my walks. We're expecting a blast of 80 degree days this week too, so I'll be back in tee-shirts for those. Layers are the name of the game!
Our lovely blackberries are withering on the vines and the waste of all this fruit makes me sad. I wish more people would pick these berries; they're free!
The trees are transitioning too since our low temperatures have sometimes been in the 40s. Right along with them, some of my friendships are definitely in flux. I had a coffee date yesterday and another one today, with still another one tomorrow. Without my family here, I need to find ways to socialize safely. Unfortunately, I'm back to outside or in our cars meet ups due to the stupid virus. I'm adaptable, but getting sick of being so. I hadn't seen my friend from yesterday for over a year and in that time, she's morphed into a conspiracy loving anti-vaxxer. She told me that she didn't trust the speed of the vaccines, and that if she died of Covid, it would be her time to go. "But don't you wear a seat belt? Why rush it?" I asked, half-jokingly. She shared that she had almost died in January; the doctors didn't expect her to wake up, but she did. When I tried to find out what had happened, she shut me down, "I don't want to get into that." She believes in reincarnation, so this world isn't that important to her, thus she'll take her chances with Covid. At least three times during the conversation, she said, "You'll probably think I'm crazy, but *insert wacky theories/ideas." Um..well...yeah? We met when our 35 year old daughters were in 1st grade, and have been close friends for the past 15 years or so. It's hard for me to write off such a long and meaningful relationship, yet the "season" for this friendship seems to have passed. As a contrast, my coffee date today was full of sane conversation, laughter, and lots of chatting about kids, boyfriends, books, you name it. Isn't it strange(and fascinating) how the pandemic has affected different people? It's also been discouraging though, hasn't it?
Mari seems to be fine, and enjoying my company, but how would you distinguish a depressed kitty from a "normal" well-adjusted one? Is there even such a thing as a well-adjusted cat? :)
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