I was lucky enough to make it home in time to enjoy two full weeks of beautiful fall colors and great 75 degree football weather before the first signs of winter kicked in. All the sweetgums on my street uniformely turned a bright golden yellow and shed their leaves slowly so we could enjoy color both on the ground and in the trees. Sunsets began to take on the pinks and purples of cold winter nights.
And what did all that mean? Yardwork. In reality I had four jobs in Norman, when I included the manual labor for my parents, and it paid the best of all of them, go figure. I also became the household handyman, getting our double front door unstuck (with the help of a putty knife) and (temporarily) getting the Roomba to dock successfully on its own.
Our sweetgum.
The sweetgums on my street.
Sometimes it's a family effort.
Leaves bigger than my head!
1 comment:
Hey Rosemary, it's Vanessa from SF. This is quite a blog. I'm impressed by it all - that you were personally touched by the Fort Hood bullshit that is merely another sureal tragedy with no rhyme or reason to those in the Bay Area; that you're planning to study in Switzerland for a year (why not the Netherlands? The men are so attractive); that you worked at a law office - that you can look back with light hearted laughter on the experience and that you were sad to leave! Shit who are you? I know, You're one in a million LMAO! Now you know what my days are like and why I'm so warped! Keep blogging and best of luck on getting to Europe. perjhaps I'll meet up with you there. Cheers - V
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