"They misunderestimated me."
~George W. Bush
Its fall. Thats what. I misunderestimated its effect.
I forgot how fall felt until this morning when it was on the verge of raining, cold and dark.
In some parts of the world fall is pretty and colorful, with changing leaves, "indian summer" (whatever that means) and gradualism. It means the gardens will begin producing a new bounty and the evening air will hang heavy in the early setting sun's red glow.
In Seattle it means ick. And get out your trusty rain-proof everything.
It means keeping plenty of towels in the garage for wiping dog feet.
Fall means another 10 months until summer. The beginning of going to work in the dark and going home in the dark.
Fall means its time to dust off the bike trainer in anticipation of garage riding for months.
Ok, this is a really bad view, I admit. Fall brings good things also. It brings another season of Seahawks football and more importantly, tailgating with the crew. Seahawks football brings its own set of ulcers and frustrations also, but we wont dedicate blog time to that, right now. Fall means marathon training for the hilly, chilly and wet Seattle Marathon. I think thats fun. Its fun getting done with it.
Fall means Oktoberfest beer-a-thons all over the northwest.
Hmph.
I dont know, its hard for me to paint it in a positive light when I love hot weather, beaches and 4:30 AM sunrise. I love swimming after coffee at 7 AM followed by running the mountains at noon and more swimming. I love seeing the sun rise beyond the cascades and Husky Stadium on my bike ride to work at 6 AM. I love summer. I can not lie.
But if it weren't for the 10 months of ICK, perhaps I might not enjoy summer quite so thoroughly every minute of every day.
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