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Ah, fall

Fall is my favorite season for a number of reasons. Football is a big one for me, obviously (I like hockey, but don't typically watch more than a period or two of any one game until the spring). Cooler temps is another, though I have to say when the temps turned colder the other day, I almost longed for summer.

When I was kid, I lived for summers. My family went to Ocean City, Maryland, pretty much every year until my senior year in high school. We would lie in the sun and swim in the ocean for hours. Now I hate to bake in the sun, the ocean water is usually too cold, and a bathing suit is my least favorite article of clothing, so it's no wonder summer and the beach no longer hold the allure they once did. And when you are a grown-up, you don't get your summers off anymore (unless you are a teacher).

Fall also means I shave my legs only twice a week! Believe me, this is an improvement over two years ago, when I shaved only once per week. I told myself the extra hair was helping to keep me warmer that year, when we kept our heat at only 66 degrees. I also can stop wearing lotion that provides a "glow" or a "hint of color"; no exposed arms and legs to to fool anyone with.

Fall also means Halloween, and I enjoy taking Jordan trick-or-treating as well as passing out candy (and getting to eat the leftover candy!). We also try to make it to at least one "fun" place (Aviary, Zoo, Phipps, etc.) for a Halloween event as well as to a pumpkin farm. And November has the greatest holiday of the year--Thanksgiving. Tons of food and football and no need to dress up.

But, alas, fall is not perfect. The days are shorter, which means no more playing outside in the evenings. And with the advent of fall usually comes cold season. Jordan has one now, which was accompanied by off and mostly on coughing last night. I don't think we have ever made it through a fall without Jordan's getting sick. :-(

Still, I am going to try to embrace this season, short, colder days and all, as much as I can. Because before you know it, winter will be here. Brrr.


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