Impoverished? Who, me? |
Some people sneeze when a cat comes near. (I used to. Luckily that is not a problem anymore, as I eat, breathe, and poop cat hair.) Some people sneeze when they eat certain food, like paprika, wheat, milk, or chocolate. My mother sneezes three times after she coughs. Some people have dinky sneezes; other people roar like freight trains. My dad's sneeze sounded like a lion claiming his bit of beach at the savanna watering hole. Rrrrowrrrr! My cat has a polite sneeze, sort of like Boof! He always looks askance at me when I sneeze, because my sneezes are anything but polite. During the change of seasons from winter to spring and again from summer to fall I sneeze a lot, in all directions and on all frequencies. There's nothing dainty about my change-of-season sneezes. I'm a why-just-say-it-when-you-can-spray-it kind of gal.
So, I'm here to tell you, just because it's 80° during the day doesn't mean it's not fall here in the Pacific Northwest. Don't be fooled. Dust off your heater. Pull out your flannel sheets. Shake those lousy bedbugs out of your comforter (juuusst kidding). The nights are cold. The tomatoes are going to have to hurry if they want to be red by the time the cold rain comes. And it's coming, I can feel it. We may have a few more 90° days, but the nights will have the damp chill that sends out-of-towners home with pneumonia. I have that urge to burrow in, to hunker down, to pull the mittens on my frigid hands and the wool over my bleary eyes, and hibernate until next July. Wake me up when winter is over.
Excuse me, I feel a sneeze coming on.