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Ahh, autumn in Charleston. It happens so rarely, like once every few years. It's chilly, the leaves are falling, and everyone is divided on what to wear. Do they wear beach gear, but with socks on under their sandals and possibly a light jacket or sweater [but the shorts must stay!] or do they dress like Eskimos, sure that any second now they will freeze to death? I like it when the two worlds mix, but that rarely happens, and when it does, you kind of assume someone dressed for the beach, froze their arse off and someone forced them into parka gear. The problem is that since it does happen so infrequently, the moment it starts to get cold, my brain begins to think of Christmas.
Granted, I also think of Halloween the first morning it's a little chilly in August or late July, and I can feel Summer in February. I'm always off.
Huh. Apparently much of my childhood was colored not just by my obsession with all things Sweet Valley or Christopher Pike, but also by Lynne Reid Banks, for two of my most favoritest books when I was younger were I, Houdini [how many kids named their hamsters Houdini after that?] and The Fairy Rebel, which was one of the few books I remember passing back and forth, from me to a friend and then back again, even when we'd both read it for the zillionth time.
*snuggles under fleece blanket* Is entirely too chilly up here. I need to clean my room. I wish I had the computer in my room. I also wish I felt up to making cookies. Mm. Butterscotch cookies because I forgot to get the extra rum goodies for the rum cookies. Which is just as well, as I'd eat all the rum cookies by myself. Time to update the Good Reads list.
Granted, I also think of Halloween the first morning it's a little chilly in August or late July, and I can feel Summer in February. I'm always off.
Huh. Apparently much of my childhood was colored not just by my obsession with all things Sweet Valley or Christopher Pike, but also by Lynne Reid Banks, for two of my most favoritest books when I was younger were I, Houdini [how many kids named their hamsters Houdini after that?] and The Fairy Rebel, which was one of the few books I remember passing back and forth, from me to a friend and then back again, even when we'd both read it for the zillionth time.
*snuggles under fleece blanket* Is entirely too chilly up here. I need to clean my room. I wish I had the computer in my room. I also wish I felt up to making cookies. Mm. Butterscotch cookies because I forgot to get the extra rum goodies for the rum cookies. Which is just as well, as I'd eat all the rum cookies by myself. Time to update the Good Reads list.