Skyscapes – September 30th

So long, September. You could have been worse, I guess.

We were hoping for some rain overnight, and while there were some scattered showers all around the Southern California area, they all missed us. We didn’t get a drop.

Remember, for those who haven’t lived here, the “Southern California area” is roughly the size of  New Jersey, Delaware, Maryland, along with big chunks of western Pennsylvania and northern Virginia. Think of the New York City to Washington, D.C. corridor, with Philadelphia and Baltimre thrown in and you’re getting in the ballpark.

Tomorrow begins October. Having nuns in my head means that I’m eternally optimistic. Not being an idiot means that I know what the odds are against anything getting better real quickly.

Being raised with that whole Boomer, Midwestern, Puritan work ethic mindset means that I recognize that dichotomy and know that “the best way out is always through.” (Frost,  “A Servant To Servants”) There’s also that whole “the Lord helps those who help themselves” thing, although it’s uncommon (at best) for me to be quoting the Bible.

So today I enjoyed looking at the clouds, feeling the breezes, watching the red-shouldered hawks fighting with the red-tailed hawks, and laughing at the squirrels and mourning doves hiding from both.

Tomorrow I’ll get up, flip off September’s memory, look sternly at October and warn it to not get cute, get groceries, do laundry, change the sheets, watch some football (CHIEEEEFS!), and get back to work.

What was that definition of “insanity” again?