I am not depressed — really I’m not. I think I’m more frustrated, no irritated really. I guess I should preface this installment with, if you are having a really good day, don’t even bother reading this post.
Anyone who knows me very well, knows that fall is my favorite time of year. At least it normally is — now I’m not so sure. Summer is so very hot and I hate the heat but even more than that, I hate the droves of people who make their way up the hill to destroy my peace and tranquility. In past years, I’ve always considered it a minor annoyance but this year was worse.
I’d be curious to see how income faired for the Twain Harte Market this year, compared to last year. People seemed to be coming out of the wood work. It was crazy this summer. Fall is the off season, a time to unwind, enjoy the wildlife and button things down, in preparation for winter.
Last year, the house across the street was sold and the new owners spent the entire fall, cutting and sawing, making repairs and upgrades to their newest project. Then came the paving trucks, it was hell dealing with that distracting relentless noise. I was really looking forward to enjoying a nice peaceful fall but I can kiss that goodbye.
Just a couple weeks ago they pulled down the house around the corner from us. This entire week I’ve had my tranquility broken by the constant buzz of the saw. There doesn’t appear to be any end in sight. I can’t help but wonder if I’ll ever be able to enjoy my delightful surroundings.
Last fall, I ended up getting the flu for the first time in many years. I was so bad off, I spent three-weeks bedridden. It took more than three months to recover from that illness. This time I’ve caught some sort of respiratory problem. I’ve been drowning for the past two months and to make matters worse, the change in elevation is intolerable, so I’ve been forced to stay home much of the time.
As if all that were not enough, I decided it was time to get the car ready for winter. I made the obligatory list of items that needed to be checked. We were hoping to get another couple of years out of our car, only to find out that the transmission is failing.
The thought of car shopping is more than I can bare right now. I put it right up there with getting a root canal. Not my idea of a good time. Yeah, sure it’s nice to drive around after all the searching, haggling and check lists.
On the bright side, I am starting to feel better. I think I’ve decided to quit smoking. I can’t help but think all this hacking and sickness didn’t start until Philip Morris switched over to the new FSC (Fire Safe Cigarettes). I am not alone, a quick Google search shows thousands of people up in arms over the new papers.
Just one more reason to resent our over-reaching power-hungry government leaders. I hate the intrusions into my life. Gosh, am I even allowed to say that any more? We are living in treacherous times and they are not getting any better anytime soon.
I promise I’ll have something good to write about next time. How is your fall shaping up?
