Thursday, August 30, 2007

The heat has broken

Today the air smells of fall. The cornstalks aside the road are golden and crispy, crackling in the wind. The stalks were still green last week. Though summer is technically still upon us, there is a new hope on the horizon, a new season to come. I feel so much optimism today, with the 70 degree wind blowing the sheers in our living room. We drove this morning with the windows down, clearing the confinements of summer's heat, turning the radio up just a bit too loud for the stoplights. Today is the beginning of something new.

We live in the midwest, so don't get me wrong, there will be more summer. It will be hot and never-ending, just like in years past. It isn't only an Indian Summer here, it's a whole other extra "P.S. Summer" season that occurs just after that first taste of fall - when the dampness in the air causes an unbearable humidity and the pumpkin stands smell of hot straw. But not today.

Today John is home. He's had days and days of PTO saved and decided it is time to get some things in order at home. With the holiday weekend, we are going to have more than a week of uninterrupted time to unpack and organize this house. Although we've been here for four months, it still feels like we are squatting at "their" house. We don't have the time or energy to paint, but we are going to do a massive overhaul. It is time to not just find a spot to stick our things, but to create the environment of a home - our home. Our master closet tends to be a catch-all for everything, and hopefully, by the time this is all said and done, we will have a place for everything, and everything in its place.

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