So I’m talkin’ to a co-worker the other day after she gets back from a trip. And I’m all, “Hey, like, how was Chicago?”
And she’s all, “It was 85 and humid.”
Then I’m all, like, “Really? OMG!”
Ya see, sometimes I tend to forget that autumn doesn’t start in mid-September for everyone. Up here in Palinistan, we Alaskans are so busy watching those pesky Russians from our front porches that we just don’t have time to keep up with things like the Bush Doctrine or seasonal changes in the Lower 48.
Hell, I can barely keep up with my shopping, and I have an important wedding gift to purchase! (I’m pretty sure I’m just going to wrap up a box of condoms with a big ol’ bow.)
Anyway, it’s been getting nippy in the morning for several weeks now, and the snow on the Chugach Peaks won’t be going anywhere until next spring. I finally rode to work again this morning after a week of being sick, and I saw ice forming on puddles.
But that’s OK. Birch leaves are pretty when they turn yellow and start drifting down. And we can all use a little beauty right now. After all, we still have several weeks to go before this insufferable presidential race ends. In the meantime, eight years of Dubya has run us off an economic cliff, and the people who are supposed to save our skin are standing around arguing over how to properly tie a noose in the rope they’re thinking about throwing to us.
So I don’t know about you, but I’m happy to turn off the news, pedal out of the driveway and listen to the crunch of leaves.
Few things are as comforting as the sound of rolling bicycle tires.