I would walk down the street if it wasn't so humid. Give me two weeks and it might be dry enough to walk down to the courthouse to run some errands or go get something to eat at one of the restaurants down town or buy some bottled water to replenish the stash in the mini-frig. Going from month to month has been a pain during the summer mainly because of the problems with the air-conditioning in my office.
I am looking forward to the cooler days when I can wear some flannel and tweeds. Oh, Hell. Today is Wednesday and its over. Tomorrow is Thursday. I like Thursdays. You can feel the end of the week, but it is not so much upon you that you feel like it is fleeting. I never feel like I have enough time. Cindy gave me a list of honey-do's which are quite daunting. I wish I had more time and inclination. This is where I am clearly not my father in law. If I was, the list would be about half way through at this point, with a plan and the materials for the balance.
I'd like to fish a bit. I'd like to go up with Bill to the property on the Chestatee and enjoy an afternoon under the shade of the trees along the river. I can't believe that there was so much time between the last time I had been on the property and the day we drove up to scatter Dad's ashes. And now there is another year gone and I really need to look over it and enjoy the view up and down the river.
It is getting to the point where the water will be cool enough for the fish to start biting. There is a lot of fun to do in the Fall. Football. Baseball playoffs. Raking leaves. Cool mornings. Cooler evenings, when the sun goes down early.
I remember one time when I took someone up to Helen in late October. We went to a restaurant and tried to get a table. We had to wait about an hour before our table was ready. While we waited, we sat on an outdoor nook and drank good German beer and watched the sun go down. It was getting cool by the time they seated us and it was chilly when I walked up to the top of a hill in town and climbed into a basket under a hot air balloon to be transported up into the air (on a tether) to watch the people down below and enjoy the sensation of weightlessness only a hot air balloon can provide. It was a fun afternoon and early evening.
I'd like to try that again. Late October. Pumpkins. Colorful leaves. Good cold beer. Ripe apples. Football on the television and radio. I love Fall.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
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