The Autumn Whine

I’m about to start the Great Fall Clothes Change Over of 2014, like maybe tomorrow or something. First we have to go try to pick some raspberries, if possible, and write some letters. Then I probably have to deep clean the house and write a book and work in the garden and paint the bathroom. Then I should probably clean out some closets at church and visit someone in the hospital or something. And bake, I should bake.

How much do I loath changing the clothes from summer to winter and back again? I could count the ways but you would stop reading. I think the chief source of my loathing, however, is that I only just got them totally put away at the end of July. And I needn’t have bothered then because August was cold. So here I am, having wasted my life, about to waste it again.

And, AND, Elphine is growing. Stupid child. So I’m going to have break down and buy her a pair of shoes. Shoes that she will wear a total of three days before she out grows them.

It’s the futility of it all that irritates me. The striving after the wind. The knowledge that I will work very hard and have very little to show for it. The relentless march of time and seasons that make the product immediately outdated. The idiocy of Apple putting out a new phone when everyone is pretty happy and comfortable with the one they have. The growing and changing of children so that they have to always be fed food and clothed with bigger garments.

Anyway, here is a great book about the coming of winter. I’ve already posted about it but you probably forgot. It encapsulates all I feel right now.

Spoiler Alert: It doesn’t end well.

Have a lovely day!