Fall with sugar and cream

This is one of those slow days. The kind of day that wants you to sit in it for a while, swing back and forth, twirl around in a white tutu with your head to the ceiling or the sky until you’re so dizzy you topple over. It’s a thinking kind of day as I find most days of fall are. Even the light sits in reflection of what has been and what will come. I think the gods at work wish me to be cold today. Our new furnace stopped working. Of course it’s an easy fix – says our landlord – and he’ll show us how to do it. Only a matter of water lines, flipping a switch, filling it back up. In my knowledge of furnaces, I assumed it was the pilot light and read the directions on the side of the beast to relight it. “If you smell gas, step away.” What about cat pee? I stepped away anyway.

I’ve been thinking about coffee and doughnuts all morning. Opted for the hot chocolate mix in my desk instead, but there’s no water at work and when I found water, the hot spigot ran cold anyway. So there you have it. I’m suppose to be cold. But I’m not. I’m perfectly warm in wool and knowing one of my best friends is hiking somewhere in Tennessee and the other is watching her daughter collect pumpkins on a field trip, taking notes, laughing at all the stick-up-their-ass moms who, I kid you not, have hello kitty purses with pink rhinestones on them. Past the age of 15 it’s not really acceptable anymore. We had a good laugh about it, but I can’t keep making fun of them because I can feel my Karma dropping like blood sugar – which brings me back to the doughnuts.

I suppose when you really want something it’s best just to go after it.

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6 Responses to Fall with sugar and cream

  1. Even Southern California has been smacked with fall…rain totals right here are moderate but other places have set records…for us. That may not carry a lot of weight in other regions. The collective unconscious is shrieking hot chocolate…I could even see the (help me, imitation) whipped topping piling on again after the earlier mound melted. Not in their defense but my own, I hanker after little purses in shapes. I don’t own any though not because I have managed to transcend that longing. It is a matter of access and resources. Maybe the desire is meant to live in my heart, not manifest in the big people world. I just know it is there, not the least confused about what might look like grounds for an evaluation or even an intervention. We want what we want. In lieu of donuts, it appears the choice may be limited to cinnamon toast. I think all good things should be available for easy, under-priced delivery and every vendor would happily take an IOU, no questions asked.

    • rachvb says:

      I spent much of my childhood in Long Beach. I know of the so-called “seasons” =) My uncle is very grumpy when it dips below 55. But you come to expect a certain weather at certain times and it’s very off-putting when it doesn’t work out the way it should.
      I’m down for a couple dollops of whipped cream – imitation or not – I’d even spray the can in my mouth.
      Resources are a big pothole – luckily doughnuts don’t ask for much. Anthropologie, though, Anthropologie asks for a lot. I will work for clothes and chocolate – but would prefer if IOU’s were accepted instead.
      Cheers to sugar and fall.

  2. Sugar, fall, cinnamon. And, too, salt, lift and cardamom. . .

    Sometimes it’s essential – key – to go for what you want.

    And now, dear Rachel and Marylinn, I’m off to make cinnamon toast for breakfast. (I’d completely forgotten about it – thanks for the prompt.) xx

    Rachel, thinking of you thinking of your lovely friend Lindsay. xo

    • rachvb says:

      And now that it’s breakfast time here, I may do the same =)
      I always made cinnamon toast at my dad’s house for some reason. butter a little sugar and cinnamon. strange how something you claim as a child, something you think only you do is done by so many other people. None of my friends had ever made it before.
      Claire, thank you for the kind thoughts. She is almost home again. Things are a bit quieter, but so too is the season – things seem to mirror themselves that way.

  3. I like the parasols banner…from the Missoula photos, right? Looks good. (my son brought a surprise donut treat home yesterday…positive thinking)

    • rachvb says:

      Thank you! Yes, they are from this wonderful emporium in Missoula that sells trinkets from all over the world. 4 stories of home stuff, baskets, cards, furniture. It’s such a colorful store. I love it.
      What a fantastic son you have!! To know we had been talking about sweets and doughnuts. Maybe good things happen when you wish for them hard enough! I too got my doughnuts – 2 chocolate covered ones. There were delicious. Happy Friday!

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