First day of wet shoes, i.e. THE FALL

After my ten day Indiana “vacation” I land in Boston.  The flight attendant announced that the weather in Boston (at 1 in the afternoon) is a high of 68 and rainy.  I think, “Wow, it sure is cool here.  Weird.”  I think this like it is out of season or something.  I get home and my friends inform me that, yes, it will be cold (60’s) and rainy for the next few days.  I’m like, “NOOOOOO!!!!  The rain will leave, and the fall will come, and it will be 50’s, the leaves will fall, and angry winter will arrive! I am not prepared! It’s too early for this!”

Nevertheless, I woke up early (while it was still dark).  Put on fall-like close and headed out in the rain with my broken lime green umbrella.  As I walked, my red hair wispies blew around angrily, and kept trying to pull the umbrella out of my hand.  My shoes slowly changed from a light tan to near brown in color as run off from my tiny lime shelter assaulted me below the ankles, as if to say, “Bwahahaha! Your dream for dry feet was hopeless!”  And now here I am at work, nice and damp, from 9-5.  Oh the life.

Well, according to weather.com, it is supposed to be a beautiful weekend (70’s-80’s), but I am Debby Downer and DO NOT believe this will happen.

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Author: Paige

Explorer. Healer. Eater. School counselor, teacher, party planner. Personal passions are holistic healthcare education, spirituality, food, and writing.

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