It's hard to believe a year has passed since we've gone through this annual mind-bending ritual. Last night, The Man replied (a little wearily I thought), "No one will know what time it is."
With any luck next year I'll remember not to sign up to be on Call during this weird clock-changing time. My friend Sandee reminded me that I was on Call last year too. So while everyone else gets an extra hour of sleep, I add an extra hour to my 24-hour Standby time. Yup, a longer night of restless sleep, anticipating a ringing phone. Great.
This morning I got up bright and early and decided to resume writing and posting weekly to SLO Yarns blog. No real reason other than I miss talking to myself in the language of the written word. When I casually mentioned my decision to The Man he nodded but didn't say anything and of course I knew what he was thinking, "Grrreat ....".
So we'll change our clocks tonight and everything will be wonky for awhile. In the meantime, here's a few firsts that occurred during those missing weeks that I didn't post a story. You know, just so we're back on track.
Chimney Sweeper (aka The Man) getting ready for cooler days under blue skies.
First salsa verde with roasted poblano peppers and tomatillo (Note to self: tomatillo does not rhyme with armadillo).
First fall baking - Nestle Toll House Chocolate Chip cookies from the recipe on the package. You know, my go-to chocolate chip cookie recipe circa 1980's uses Crisco shortening. I think I like butter better.
Greening up after the first rain (~ .5").
Last weekend began with a freshened Saturday morning after our second rain (~ 1.25").
It was a perfect day to bring home another motorcycle ('06 Suzuki V-Strom) for The Man. The V-Strom is highly-rated to be a comfortable bike for two people (2-Up). I drove The Man's truck home from South County. It was the first time I have driven his truck, even though he's owned it for about fifteen years. Before I got on the road I practiced driving in an empty school parking lot. The Man's main concern was that I could reach the pedals. It was all good.
Yesterday, another typical fall morning. Beautiful, simply beautiful.