So autumn is upon us...well...on the calendar, anyway.
Today in New York, the mercury hit the mid 80s and tomorrow is expected to be near 90. In New York. At the end of September.
That I've been picking up odds and ends for the new Christmas tree I have to get this year isn't the unusual thing...doing it while wearing flip flops is.
My mind is at the beach when it should be on planning the intricate Dept 56 village I construct each season. I should be slowly stocking up on tacky wax and ground Styrofoam snow. Instead, I want to be outside in the warm sun and not inside the florescent lit Michael's.
Don't get me wrong. I appreciate the extension of summer~the warm breezes rustling thru the turning leaves while the sun warms you to the soul. It's just that it makes it more difficult for me to concentrate on the important upcoming events.
How can I pick out a Halloween pumpkin when I'm longing to be by the sea?
I think I've hit upon the perfect solution though...move to the beach!
Now...to find a job that'll pay me to sit with my feet in the sand and a margarita in my hand...