Saturday, October 26, 2013
Indoors and out, the light has changed. Mornings are dark; I eat my breakfast near the window in the breakfast nook and watch the sky grow lighter. Midday is still bright but the angle of the light has changed and the sun certainly doesn't feel like it did a few weeks ago. The sun has set by the time I'm tucking the GB into her bed at seven in the evening; we need lights on for baths and hair-combing and pajamas. Her brother follows at seven-thirty and by then, it's night-dark. Last evening, we watched a storm several miles to the north while sitting in our family room. There was vivid cloud-to-cloud lightning. We turned off all the lights in the house and sat on the couch, each holding a child on our lap, everyone under afghans. It had rained all morning and some of the afternoon but we didn't have rain from the evening storm. What a pleasant way to sit together; talk about hunkering! We timed the thunder and watched the lightning and listened to the wind howl in the chimney. It was exciting.
The temperatures always seem to plummet in October. I usually wear a sweater when I'm outdoors now and the small Bears have been in long sleeves and long pants every day for about three weeks. We need blankets at night and the furnace has switched on about five times now, always in early morning before we've gotten out of bed. It has run enough times to lose that burnt-dust scent of the first few heating cycles. There's something very comforting about being in furnace-season; I've lived in this house long enough to know every tiny sound the furnace will make as it starts up, from the whoosh of the gas flame, to the tick-tick-tick of the pipes as they heat up, to the hissss of the air through the vent above our bedroom door. We sleep under the duvet now and soon we'll be using the giant granny again.
Late afternoon is my favorite in this season. Most of the homeschooling is done, guitar and piano have been practiced, shoes and coats and lunchboxes and water bottles have been put away until tomorrow. We've finished our audiobook for the day; I felt like hearing an old favorite and chose Farmer Boy by Laura Ingalls Wilder (I prefer other books from the series even more, but the library had only a limited selection). The LB loved Farmer Boy when we read it together not long ago and he's happy to listen again. The food descriptions in this book! I can tell by all the lip-smacking as they listen that the small Bears like it too. Those late afternoon hours are fleeting now; it's darkening so quickly these days. Around five o'clock, I'm putting on my apron and switching on the kitchen radio to "All Things Considered" while I start dinner. Evenings are spent working on something crafty; I need my creative time like I need to breathe. The Halloween costumes are finished! I think I did a pretty good job with them. I'm still working away at the LB's granny stripe and I've been trying a few more complicated yarny things too.
I'm feeling better; I'm glad that was a short hiccup. Life doesn't have to be perfect to be wonderful. I want to remind everyone of that; it helps me when I'm struggling. It's good here: the Bear just came in from running and the small ones are drinking lukewarm tea (it's their new thing this fall). I sewed costumes and worked on Christmas creations all afternoon. Right now, I have the small Bears' dinner to make and later, the Bear and I will enjoy a date-night treat of Chinese take-out for dinner. We have ice cream and a burgeoning Netflix queue. I have a new hard apple cider to try, Angry Orchard Apple-Ginger. There are dark clouds building over the mountain again and we might have some more rain. And there's yarn, always oodles of yarn. Yes, it's a good Saturday afternoon at home with my little family of Bears. I'm a happy, lucky lady.