Saturday, September 19th, 2009
It’s almost official – Fall has returned to Snohomish. My first clue was waking up to Noah-worthy rainfall, my second was that everyone I know spent the day at the Husky – USC football game, and is probably going to catch pneumonia.
I love this season. I’d give it a big sloppy kiss if I could. Fall here demonstrates Darwinism at its finest. Everything that survives the rain, the gray, the mushrooms, moss, and slugs, the toughest birds who can make it through the next months without my bird-feeder, and humans who can make it to Thanksgiving without going insane from Seasonal Affective Disorder or catching pneuomonia will probably survive the winter here. Pretty soon the shoe tree will shed its leaves, and we’ll be able to see the dozens of pairs of sneakers that make up its non-deciduous ornamentation.
Speaking of shoes, I need to get off a letter to White House Black Market -
Dear Sir or Madam: I respectfully request your consideration in sending me, immediately, one individual size 7 1/2 Quennie style stiletto shoe. Preferably the left-foot one. The right-foot shoe of the pair formerly owned by myself is in fine form, residing in the closet. Regrettably, the left-foot shoe was devoured at breakfast-time by my seven-month old whippet puppy. As these are my favorite pair of shoes to wear with jeans, you must see that it is imperative that I replace it immediately. If at all possible, since I only need one shoe, it would be appreciated if it could be obtained for half the original purchase price. Thank you for your attention in this matter.
Call me negative, but I don’t think that’s going to get me very far.
I also need to find a jar for the cleaning and storage of the Skull of the Unknown Mammal. I should think a spaghetti sauce jar would do the trick nicely, so I suppose we’ll be having pasta for dinner tomorrow. A grand thing to plan one’s meals around.
Mental note: Rob did not like the Abby/NCIS pigtail look. Remember this for next time I’m ticked off about something. However, it did seem to attract attention of decidedly non-fabulous guys. Since being hit on by a dude in a plaid shirt and Billy-Bob teeth is not my idea of fun, I guess I’ll leave the Abby look for at-home PMS-y days.
Cheers,
J
September 19th, 2009 at 9:41 pm
Hey, Jenn, it definitely sounds like the Seattle I SADly left many years back. A perfect description of this time of year.
I remember when my heart whippet, Star, in his puppyhood, customized my new pair of Nike nubuck shoes (country blue and oh so comfy). I did the appropriate scolding (they were still in his mouth), waited the appropriate time for that Whippet look and then picked him up and held him real close so I could remember why in the world I brought him home in the first place. It worked…..
Wish I had thought of the letter. Let me know if it works. (smile)
Dryly from the East side of WA
Kathy and Sagehound