In my book, September 1st marks the end of summer and the beginning of fall. I realize it’s officially September 21st, but what do they know? Already I’ve noticed the days getting a little cooler and last night I actually got cold! It was heavenly.
A couple nights ago I went for a walk and ended up passing the ballpark. There were a couple games being played, so I stopped to watch one of them. I sat there basking in the glow of the lights, a cool breeze tickling my cheeks, and thoroughly enjoyed watching a bunch of men I don’t know run around the bases. They were actually quite good. Anyway, as I sat there I thought, Boy, I love this time of year.
I really love the in-between seasons (spring and fall), but I think I may like fall just thismuch more. Why?, you ask. Let me tell you.
Football. Really, that’s the main reason I like fall more than spring. Spring has some great qualities, but football season is over in the spring. Tonight is opening night, and the Colts are playing the Saints. I’m so excited! (I love Peyton Manning.)
Hmmm. Maybe when I go grocery shopping tonight I’ll buy some extra-favorite food stuff and throw myself a mini football-watching party! Good idea!
I like other things about this time of year, too. I like that I’m not back in school. I like when the leaves change colors. I love wearing sweaters and jackets. I love apple cider, fresh produce from other peoples’ gardens that they so kindly give me, soup, and hot chocolate. I like early snow that melts quickly. Two words: carving pumpkins! Yes, fall has many great offerings.
In unrelated news, I’m beginning to wonder if I broke my nose this weekend. Is there a way to tell without making a trip to the hospital/doctor? Does it even matter if I broke it or just hurt it? Will it not heal properly if left unattended? I hate going to the doctor, especially since I am without insurance, but I start to worry that if I don’t go something bad will happen, like my nose falling off. I’m a bit of a hypochondriac but with a healthy dose of loathing for doctors' offices and hospitals. So, I probably won’t do anything about it, unless you tell me I really, really should.
What? You want to know how I hurt my nose? Hmmm. I probably shouldn’t tell you, but I’m getting used to the humiliation involved when I tell people, so here goes:
I fell in the shower. Yes, face forward. I was shaving my legs, one of my legs was precariously resting on the back of the tub (so I could reach all the angles better), my alarm went off (that’s what I get for waking up before my alarm), I was startled, my other leg slipped, then the leg on the tub slipped, and I face-planted right into the back of the tub. My nose hit first, then my forehead. Can you imagine this? Never mind, please don’t try.
Anyway, I wondered for a moment if I was going to blackout, I didn’t. I stood up and checked to see if there was any blood. There wasn’t. My face throbbed with pain and I managed to stop myself from swearing. Adam was flying into town in a couple hours, and I figured I would have two black eyes, a swollen nose, and a big bump on my forehead - not exactly my best look. I started thinking up stories I could tell him to explain that didn't come anywhere close to the truth. Fortunately, I only had a little bump on my head, which my bangs effectively covered, and a little swelling at the top of my nose. I could have gotten away without telling anyone about my stupidity, but I’m too much of a baby and I always enjoy telling a good story.
The problem is it still hurts! Shouldn’t it stop hurting sometime soon? See, I told you I’m a baby.
In shower-related news, I’ve been taking cold ones the last few days. A few weeks ago, when I returned from my cruise, I realized that I wasn’t getting any hot water, so I eventually (after a few days of cold showers) let my apartment manager know and the problem was supposedly dealt with. Well, it wasn’t. Turns out my water heater needs a new element, which is being replaced sometime today. So, hot shower here I come!!