I don’t know when this started, I can’t pin it down exactly but I believe it was about 2 years ago. Probably when serious discussions on health were taking place. I started to have thoughts when the end of the month rolled around about how many more of that month I would see. I know, a damn morbid thought. I try to stay away and have been successful in my life not going there. And even though my longer term looks better than a year or so ago, it hasn’t changed that occasional trigger as I flip a wall calendar.
The time to change the calendar seems to come around far too quickly. I think there is a term, “as the years go by.” Well for me its watching the months go by. I mean there are only 12 of them in a year. See what I’m talking about. These numbers go unnoticed. You blink your eye and a few have swept by. Or maybe 7-8 of them.
That September to October flip is a tough one. Warm summer nights are pretty much history. I’ll put my yard tools away and winterize them, get the snow shovels out of the shed. Store the summer furniture. Its frigging depressing to me. But there are the occasional days of warmth before we hit November and I’ll revel in them as much as I can to store up the sun’s energy and rays to get me into the next season (spring) that I can just tolerate.
Well, I’m at least going to try to regain a positive spirit today somehow. Probably won’t last though because I have to do double time at work this week with my partner out. But I have my health so this kid is a happy camper. Can’t waste any days where you have that.
I hear less and less birds out in the morning now.
Do you ever have that feeling it’s just not going to be your week?
I wonder if we have the power to return to a time where politics could be discussed safely.
Top down season is not over yet. I love convertibles.