Daylight savings fell into a nice sunny exchange. Just right for walking to the park. I thought. I was looking for any excuse to avoid some nasty house work. After all not too many more of these days left to enjoy right? What a cruel trick it was, waking to a saphire sky, fresh from a week of long gray mornings, only to walk out the door, and be plastered with wet leaves blowing in a horrid wind. I pulled a couple from my hair, off my jacket sleeves, and from my walking shoes, and then headed back in to plan b. Clean the bathroom. I had just grabbed the cleaners from under the cabinet when I caught a look in the mirror above the sink. My hair was a wild ridiculous nest funny enough, but what really made me laugh was two little red maple leaves that were still stuck on my boobs like pasties.
November 2, 2009