I could either type about everything or nothing. I am learning lots about lots and having thoughts and ideas about life tumbling through my head constantly. But to write about all of that feels too personal or too preachy or too something. I can’t put my finger on it, but suffice it to say, it leaves my blog empty.
So I will write today from a simpler place. The dread of winter. I mean, I am freaking out about it. A time for everything, I get it, but winter! Please, no. I literally want to glue the leaves back on the trees, close my eyes, and pretend it’s not happening.
So here is a last look at fall. A perfect, late afternoon park visit. Crunching through yellow leaves and swinging without jackets. Fall, listen to me, please don’t go. I love you so much.
And now a word from EBug:
Ev-“I have a new friend…E-sen.”
Me- “You mean Ethan?”
Me-“Where did you meet Esen?”
Ev-“He’s my friend from medical school. I went to college, and then I went to medical school. It was French.”
Me-“What was the name of the school?”
Ev-“It was fancy.”
So there you have it, and p.s. please send soup recipes. It’s the only thing getting me through.