I’ve been a little glum lately. With the onslaught of a nasty cold striking both Ted and I early this week and rendering us utterly whiny and useless coupled with a move that has been wreaking fierce havoc on my emotional state for many reasons, it’s been tough to remain calm and positive lately. But I’m really working on it because that’s enough of this foolishness and mayhem. Fall is my favorite season and I’ll be damned if I’m not going to enjoy it – house or no house, cold or no cold, money or no money.
But today is a beautiful fall day. The kind of day that can brighten the scowl of even the crankiest of naysayers. There isn’t a cloud in the sky, it’s a fair 60 degrees out, the sun is shining, the trees and streets are awash of bold, vibrant autumn colors, and there’s a sweet gusty wind a’brewing.
It’s perfect out! What a great day to have a picnic in the park beneath a massive oak, or to rake the leaves in your yard and then go pouncing through them, or hit up a farmers market, or head to a real farm to pick apples and pumpkins and take a hay ride, or go romping through the corn maze, or bake cinnamon sugar cookies and hot apple cider to snack on on your front porch, or take a hike through a leafy nature trail, or hop an open-air train ride through the forest of fall colors on one of Ohio’s many scenic railroads. On a day like this, you’d think the great outdoors would be positively swimming with people. But where are they all today?
At the museum.
Indoors.
Sigh.
What is wrong with people!? Don’t they know the museum is reserved for rainy, snowy, unbearably cold, or blistering hot days? While the museum is awesome in so many ways, it is NOT for gorgeous fall days that are just crying out for exercise and a breath of fresh air!
I have a terrible urge to cook up a kitchen full of awesomely autumn recipes, to slip on a mustard yellow cable sweater with brown buttons down the shoulder (I have yet to own this fictional top but, evidently, I’m dreaming of it!) and some brown boots and I’d take a walk trough one of the many phenomenal parks nearby. If I had the day off, you’d know where to find me. If Ted had the day off I’d be demanding that he teach me how to play football in our backyard and we’d head up four hours north to Amish country to bask in the beauty of the fall colors and dine on delicious meats and cheeses and pet the goats and take a scenic trip on the railroad and pick apples. And then we’d down all those delicious fall recipes – everything from pumpkin mac n’ cheese to cinnamon apple cobbler – and we’d carve our pumpkins.
Outdoors.
Because that’s what you do on pretty autumn days.
You wear cute fall clothes and do fun, outdoorsy things.
And yet the museum is packed. There is no justice in this world when the person who longs for a carefree day outdoors is cooped up inside, and the people who should be appreciating their good fortune to have a day off are voluntarily choosing to spend it inside a cold, dark museum.
Now, that’s an epic fail if ever heard one!
Although if you ask Ted he’d say the major epic fail of the week is our dim-witted UPS guy. Or perhaps the number of times I’ve whacked my head on a sharp wall corner because I’m not yet used to the layout of the apartment. Or the number of absurdly dangerous drivers in Cincinnati that seem to be multiplying by the month. Or the infectious colds themselves. But to each his own.
Please don’t be an epic fail today. If you have a fabulous fall day today, get out there and enjoy it!
