Crankypantsing, Photography

A Prune by Any Other Name

Fall

Do the Sunsweet folks really think that tarting up prunes in little cellophane wrappers and calling them dried plums is going to fool people into thinking they aren’t prunes? And who in their right mind thinks that wrapping pieces of fruit in plastic is a good idea? It’s second in bozocity only to individually wrapped tea bags. What a waste!

In other news, it’s laundry day, and The Shadow only knows whether or not one or both or neither washing machine will actually work. And, if they work, will they continue to do so for the entire wash and rinse cycles?

It’s a another beautiful day, though, so I shouldn’t be wasting time complaining. The sun is out, the sky is impossibly blue and cloudless, it’s not too warm (but warm enough for a lone hornet to be dive-bombing my studio window), and DST is finally over for the year.

Yay.

(Photo: a composite of four photos I took yesterday while out in Owen County. This was the view from the fire pit, looking across to the state forest. The fire pit itself being the source of the nifty burned copper leaf in one of yesterday’s photos.)

Crankypantsing

Seasonal Wardrobes

I’ve been a little (okay, a lot) grumpy about the continuing hot weather we’ve been having. Somehow, mid-90s in October just seems very, very wrong. I was complaining about the heat to a friend, who said she was happy about it, because it meant that she didn’t have to put away her summer clothes yet.

Summer clothes? What the hell are those? Seriously. It’s so cold at work that I couldn’t wear them if I wanted to, so I wear jeans and T-shirts year round and keep a hoodie on the back of my chair for days when I get chilled. Proper layering is key. Proper layering also means that I don’t own an actual coat. I just add another hoodie when it gets truly cold, and gloves, hat, and a scarf if I’m going to be outside for long.

Anyway, I thought it was kind of funny that my friend is complaining about having to get out her winter wardrobe and coat, while I’ve been wearing mine all summer.

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Crunch

My neighbor’s kids are home, and I can hear them running up and down the sidewalk, crunching leaves. I did the same thing (well, minus the running up and down) when I left work today. I decided to walk across the grass strip instead of on the sidewalk, so that I could crunch leaves. They smelled wonderful, and the sound was quite satisfying.