Some random thoughts about fall ...
Yesterday San Francisco was hit with a "storm," or just plain rain as Midwesterners would call it.
It's funny when people here call rain showers storms. I think, Man, you have no idea what a storm is. A storm in the Midwest would be straight-line winds that can take off roofs and uproot trees, lighting that has been known to defy the odds and strike the same place more than once, thunder that cracks increasingly louder as the storm moves closer and closer, pounding rain that hurts if you get caught in it, still skies that turn an eerie shade of greenish gray before you see a funnel cloud forming in the distance, or snow so high you can't get out the front door and a windchill so low that your nose hairs and eyelashes freeze the second you step outside.
Soon, the San Francisco storms will be hitting on a daily basis. Winter is coming, in other words.
This would explain why I seem to be stuffing myself silly these days. Must be some natural instinct to eat and eat and eat in the fall, storing fat for the upcoming winter. Maybe almost 30 years in the Midwest have trained my body to get ready for hibernation.
I have to dig out my umbrella, rain coat, and rubber boots. And I have to finish fall cleaning so the dust mites don't hibernate for the winter, too. (The other weekend I started by cleaning under my bed. You know it's time to clean under the bed when the dust bunnies start attacking. And, you know it's time to start an exercise routine again when a session of major house cleaning leaves your body aching.)
Anyway.
Not looking forward to the end of daylight-saving time -- waking up while it's still dark outside and leaving work in the darkness.
I miss seeing the leaves change colors in autumn, the smell of wood burning in neighborhood fireplaces. Here, sadly, I think fireplaces are mostly gas-burning ones.
Growing up in the Midwest, fall also means baseball playoffs (unfortunately the Oakland A's swept the Minnesota Twins) and football (for me anyway). Hubby and I are going to the 49ers and Vikings game on Nov. 5. Maybe you'll see me on television -- I'll be the crazy Asian woman wearing the Cris Carter #80 Vikings jersey yelling at both teams and surrounded by drunk white guys most likely.
Hmm, what else?
I'm also looking forward to pumpkins and roasted pumpkin seeds, and turkey, mashed potatoes, gravy, stuffing and corn muffins next month. And hopefully seeing friends and family in December.
A sure sign of fall? The harvest moon -- be sure to check it out tonight.
Oh, and it's Fleet Week, with Blue Angels roaring overhead, naval ships docked in the bay (with free tours of aircraft carriers, amphibious assault ships, and guided missile destroyers and cruisers -- perhaps it's just me, but doesn't it seem like a bit of a security risk? I guess it is only if Shrub is deckside giving a photo op), and can't forget the sailors everywhere -- think "Sex and the City."
Ahem, getting back to the harvest moon, just want to wish everyone a happy Chuseok. Hopefully, you can spend the weekend with your families and loved ones.