After last night's Glee hilariously titled "Grilled Cheesus," I wanted to write about how I loved their take on religion, on how interesting it was to see many characters openly claim that they are atheists. However, I don't want to get into any kind of deep, philosophical conversation about that right now. Plus, I've heard somewhere before that you should never talk about religion or politics... but I think that's only when drunk. Eh, whatever, it still works.
Instead, I want to discuss something that's come to my attention in the past week or so. Here in VA, the temperatures have cooled tremendously, taking us from balmy humid monster temps one week, to wearing jackets, scarves, and long sleeves the next. My FB and Twitters blew up with people complaining about the cold, the dreariness, the sad fall taking away the happy shiny summer.
Frankly, I couldn't be more excited.
I am not a summer lover. In fact, I kind of hate it. I hate sweating, I don't tan (thanks, Polish genes!), I'm super pale from the non-tanning, I don't like the beach, I hate wearing bathing suits, etc. etc. Granted, I can vacation at the beach, especially if family/friends are going, but it's not something I would choose for myself.
However, I love the fall. I love the smells, the food, the activities, the reemergence of weather and seasons, the leaves changing to beautiful bright shades, the boot wearing, the sweaters, the everything. A vacation I would choose for myself would be European, culture-filled romps of museums and food and sight-seeing, with no summery heat to ruin the walk, especially if it fell around my November b'day. There would be nary a bathing suit in sight.
So I read all these complainer messages about the Departure of The Hotness, and all I can think is, Good Riddance! Bring on the pumpkin lattes! Bring on the changing leaves! Bring on the football, and the cider, and the arm warmers, and the knitting! Bring it on, Autumn!
Maybe that's why I enjoyed that year in Rhode Island so much...