Isle of Remote

I love fall. I guess that is typical of me - it’s so middle of the road. Neither too hot nor too cold, fall is just that perfect time inbetween it all.

Here is southern California we don’t get that radical changes of seasons other areas do, but it’s still a special time. It seems overnight the evenings have a certain briskness; a snap in the air that chills your nose. You start to crave late night cups of cocoa. The afghan on the back of your couch becomes something useful rather than merely decoration.

While summer beckons you to enjoy the outdoors, fall tempts you to cocoon. It softly lures you in with coppery butternut squash, back to school supplies and new boots. A southern California fall is like a parent whispering you to sleep.

When I was a kid I loved going back to school. Don’t get me wrong, I loved my summers! Playing all day and nothing more strenuous to do than swim across the pool and catch lightning bugs - not much wrong with that!
But fall was always the beginning for me. New grade, new clothes and yet another chance to convince my classmates I wasn’t the big geek I appeared to be.

So now I’m going to put on my sweater and go out into the 80 degree weather we here call “fall” and enjoy the day. I hope you do the same.

It’s all about a girl and her chicken…

Pass the doobie, Mom!

I hereby resign from the human race. I am now a wombat.

Last night there was that snap of coolness in the air that signals fall. Fall. Aaaah! I love fall. I love cool weather! Especially after this ridiculous humid summer we’ve had. I had to use a blanket last night! I fell asleep in the blissful state of anticipation. Sweaters, boots, scarves. Watching movies in the living room snuggled under a comforter and sipping hot cocoa. Can there be nothing better?

So I had a series of dreams the other night. First I was trapped on the upper floors of the WTC while firemen were trying to evacuate the building on 9/11. I could feel the dust settling and the hopelessness. Frightening. When the building collapsed I woke up. Turns out I fell asleep with the TV on and Discovery was running a show about 9/11.

Okey dokey. It’s all okay, back to sleep.

Next dream my mother was dead. I don’t know how she died but it really freaked me out because I hadn’t talked to her that day at all (we usually talk every day) and in the dream there was no explanation or anything - just the knowlege that she was dead and the incredible despair and grief I felt. Scary.

Woke up again. Convinced myself not to call my mother at 2am and went back to sleep.

Here’s where it gets weird. I had a dream that I was asleep and felt a sharp pain in my chest. The pain woke me up (in my dream) and I found that a mouse was chomping away at my left boob. What?!!! That dream woke me up too!

Finally, my last dream of the night (that I remember) had to do with me losing my gold barette. I was distraught over losing it and it was bringing me to tears. In real life I do have a pretty gold barrette, but I’m not the least sentimental about it.

All 4 dreams had to do with loss. That’s all I can figure. Any takers?