How to See the Sun Rise

It's almost comical how unreliable I am. Or perhaps it's gone way past that and on to the completely  other side, I have become reliably unreliable. Either way, my apologies. But it is still fall and I'm gonna do this dammit! So here are the next six: 4. BOOT SOCKS! I channeled fall through fashion today - a cream colored sweater, navy leggings, and brown boots (AND BOOT SOCKS!).   5. Fall cleaning! Definitely not one of my favorite things in the moment, but there's no better way to usher in a new season than by ushering out all the crap you've accumulated since the beginning of the last one. This was, of course, followed by a brower with a fall seasonal (because you have to get clean after you clean, and beer makes any shower better). 6. On Saturday, Mindy and I drove down to Fisher. It was hard not to notice fall, as it's hanging out all along Highway 57 South. Also, I bought Count Chocula and a black cat walked in front of us on our way home...

Listen up. I'm about to make another public blog commitment that will most likely meet the same fate as fiction fridays. Drum roll please.   I've decided to be intentional about experiencing fall. I love fall. It always seems to move faster than the other seasons, and I usually end up missing it. For someone who's spent 21 of the last 28 falls going back to school, it has become a season of excitement and beginnings and backpacks. And pumpkins. And scary movies. And seasonal beers. And blankets, and football games, and soups and crunchy leaves and boot socks (for at least one more season). And so begins my commitment. Every day of October, and there's 31 of them, I will engage in an intentional celebration and acknowledgment of fall. I'm already three days behind. Which technically could be fall-ish, because that's kind of school-ish, which I've already stated is fall-ish. But that's lame. Here are the first three days. 1. Fall is football sea...