Fall rolls in
Fall is not my favorite time of year. Things begin to die in the fall. All those golden, crimson, orangey leaves are reminders to me that any minute I’ll be pulling orange wool sweaters over my head. The incredibly satisfying heat of August where I sweat in tank tops becomes a memory. Flip flops get tossed into the shoe bin not to re-emerge until late spring. The YMCA swimming pool is drained and the lounge chairs stored.
Fall is when kids go back to school and this year, that means Jacob (who left at 6:45 this a.m. for high school – he’s a junior) and Johannah (who will move into her college apt. in just two weeks) will leave us. It was tough saying good-bye last year to Johannah (first year of college), but there was triumph too in having successfully completing that process. That feeling has subsided as the reality of her age and maturity slowly seeps in. She’s been home this summer, but what about the next one? She says she’ll be in France, working. And then what? Is this it? Is she really moving on to adulthood?
Summer brought us all together in a way we haven’t been in a long time. Even Noah was around more than usual, going on vacation with us this year when he didn’t last year.
Liam, Caitrin and I hit the books for the first time today, too. Caitrin has a head start on math. She decided August first that she felt like she needed a refresher to get ready for fall. Liam is ready to get back into the routine that was his: a combination of tutoring, self-education and work with me.
My desk is a mess (I’m not so vigilant in summer); the house needs a deep cleaning before we’re locked in for winter. Fall means “getting serious about stuff” again.
And for me, it begins today.