memories of a cold car ride.

driving at 8 am through two school zones with one bundled baby, one george michael song, and a friendly hooded sweatshirt later i realize it is officially cold. and officially autumn. the pumpkined porches and bewitching balloon characters on the lawns say it's practically one calendar page flip away from winter weather. i don't think i'm ready for this. i have loved my extended flipflop season. yet i do love scarves wrapped around my neck. and sipping cocoa. and nothing beats an oversized cozy sweater either. and this year we are so definitely getting a heated blanket for the bed. so i suppose there are some things to look forward to. i'll be doing some serious hibernating in our li'l house. the radio dj was discussing homemade gifts for christmas. she is already making jam. wow. i guess i should start thinking ahead myself. and saving too. aren't you always wanting some extra cash for christmas? Real Simple will tell you in april to start putting pennies away for the holidays. yeah right. that so doesn't work with me. but beginning october ninth to think about christmas.. sure i suppose that's a good idea.

this weather reminds me of high school. getting up so early on the crisp mornings and driving to school in the famous old yellow truck. the pleather seats were like ice and my mix tapes were scattered on the floor along with a tarp, loose change and wires of some sort. sharing with my brother was always fun. i'd whip around the roads blasting the heat and deciding between 10,000 maniacs or mxpx. i'd pick up a friend and head into the high school back lot and circle around a few hundred times for a spot and shove my buttered toast into my mouth and throw my sweater and mascara on in the same fashion and head to class with my bag slung and my pens spilling and my notebook filled. life was oh so simple back then. how come i thought it was so complicated?

another autumn. the same girl, a whole new girl.