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The state of October
Oct. 3rd, 2010 03:46 pmThe weather took a turn for the decidedly chilly last night after the lovely time with my children, and by the time I awoke this morning Autumn had seeped well into my pores and through my bloodstream. I slipped on a thermal shirt that I hadn't gotten a chance to wear yet and slipped into the kitchen, where ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
primal_pastry handed me a plate of challah toast and eggs fried in bacon fat. Not long after her kids arrived home for the week, and it didn't take much convincing for her to light a fire for the first time this season. Once the fireplace was roaring, the kids started amassing sleeping bags on the living room floor into a "cuddle pallet," while I curled up on the couch in a ball of languidness and pondered the dinner issue. I was overtaken by the thought that there were few days better suited to slow cooking, and I said so; primal_pastry volunteered to prepare beef stew for everyone if I were willing to make the grocery run.
Minutes later, I found hopping into my car on this flawless October afternoon, with a list containing beef and red wine and cider for mulling. I slipped in the mix CD that has shepherded me through Autumn after Autumn since its first incarnation as a cassette back in 1994. I had anchored it at the top with Over the Rhine's "Jacksie," a song that has always, always carried me Elsewhere:
Her hair, her face, her figure at your window
Her hands unlace your innermost
As you retrace the steps of her familiar
A ghost appears with raven eyes....
By the time I was pulling into the Stop and Shop parking lot, the song not even over yet, my head was swimming. It....
I need to explain. The dizzy spells have started to show up again over the last few days, which is usually a bad sign, a sign of stress left unchecked, and the bouts that hit before today felt much like that. But today's spell was something else entirely. I'd felt it before, not often but often enough, and never found the words for it until now, sitting in front of the fire, the smell of glorious food in the air and mulled cider in hand.
I was drunk. Drunk on contentedness.
primal_pastry handed me a plate of challah toast and eggs fried in bacon fat. Not long after her kids arrived home for the week, and it didn't take much convincing for her to light a fire for the first time this season. Once the fireplace was roaring, the kids started amassing sleeping bags on the living room floor into a "cuddle pallet," while I curled up on the couch in a ball of languidness and pondered the dinner issue. I was overtaken by the thought that there were few days better suited to slow cooking, and I said so; primal_pastry volunteered to prepare beef stew for everyone if I were willing to make the grocery run.Minutes later, I found hopping into my car on this flawless October afternoon, with a list containing beef and red wine and cider for mulling. I slipped in the mix CD that has shepherded me through Autumn after Autumn since its first incarnation as a cassette back in 1994. I had anchored it at the top with Over the Rhine's "Jacksie," a song that has always, always carried me Elsewhere:
Her hair, her face, her figure at your window
Her hands unlace your innermost
As you retrace the steps of her familiar
A ghost appears with raven eyes....
By the time I was pulling into the Stop and Shop parking lot, the song not even over yet, my head was swimming. It....
I need to explain. The dizzy spells have started to show up again over the last few days, which is usually a bad sign, a sign of stress left unchecked, and the bouts that hit before today felt much like that. But today's spell was something else entirely. I'd felt it before, not often but often enough, and never found the words for it until now, sitting in front of the fire, the smell of glorious food in the air and mulled cider in hand.
I was drunk. Drunk on contentedness.
