Something that made me irrationally happy...
It wasn't any one thing, but every annoying little thing coming to a head.
Logistics, production, vendor problems, and file issues at work have seen me putting in anywhere from 1 to 8 extra hours at work a week. I can't complain, because it's not really as bad as it could be, and it means a spiffier paycheck for me, but it's annoying, because with Mr. Bailey McWoofyPants around now, I have a super cool reason other than The Man to come home. Have been missing breakfastses, lunch, and afternoon tea, and it's added up to a whole bunch of grumpy suck.
So Friday afternoon, in a grim and foul mood, I finally leave work, only a 1/2 hour late. The weather was beautiful, and my mood lightened a tad as I tromped out to the Dragon. With a sigh, I flipped on the radio to see what kind of mayhem I was going to encounter on the roads to home.
The radio wasn't on my normal country station.
It was on 104.1.
And what was last friday, boys and girls?
That's right.
The first Pat's pre-season game.
Suddenly, life ceased to suck.
A giant, Cheshire Cat grin spread across my face, life a kid at christmas.
Gino was on the radio.
There was football in the air.
Football hearlds fall.
Fall, over the past few years, has become my favorite time of year.
Fall means football and leaves and hot cider and pie.
And PIE!
And pumpkins and apples and Pie.
pie pie pie
And cool days when I can wear real clothes and the return of days that will let me wear my lovely sweaters of Illustrator Death again.
Dear Gino - Thank you, and thank you Pats, for being there for me on friday.
And all it took was:
"Let's pause 10 seconds for station ID - this is WBCN 104.1, Your home of the New England Patriots..."
- k.
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(sad loss - but... eh! Pre-season)
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We are |- this -| close to giant gatherings of fools in jerseys and hats cheering our boys on and yelling at blind refs while consuming chili, beer, and third down conversion munchkins.
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It certainly is feeling like in in the mornings, at least. Actually put on pants rather than shorts for the morning walk.
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I'm glad the Patriots helped brighten a not-so-great day. And pie and cool-weather foods sound lovely in the abstract; much as I love the grill, I'm starting to want to cook something else.
But it's still summer.
Summer is measured by the availability of corn from the farm up the road.And by the all important LIGHT.
*sticks fingers in ears and refuses to listen to talk that implies fuel oil bills, lack of fresh local produce, and less sunlight*
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Apparently, there is a bar in the town we're moving too that is Pure New England Sports.
All the expatriots flock there for every game.
*sniff sniff*
It'll be beutiful.