Not sure why, but I've been a little down the last few days of October. Awoke this morning with a lighter heart. Welcome, November!
I was surprised to feel this way. Seems like I'd feel gloomier as the days get shorter and the holiday stresses approach.
Maybe it's because this is the month of NaBloPoMo? I'm so tickled to look forward to daily blog posts from treasured blogger friends. Some of them I've met in real life, and others just on the internet, but they all lead interesting lives and have intriguing things to say. How can I contribute to that kind of conversation today?
One of my students recently asked me why I blog, and I stumbled around for a good answer. Does it sound too lame to say, "Because I'm here. Because you're there"? How much permission do we need to tell each other our stories, even when our stories are such tiny bits of our ordinary lives?
This morning at breakfast, Mark offered a tender prayer. He thanked Heavenly Father for His kindness in making the leaves turn colors this time of year, to be so generous to us in giving us a world of color. That's my story for today: I am married to a man who thanks God for yellow and orange leaves. It's a sweet, sweet story, one that I am grateful to live every day.
Farewell, October! Just for the grandkids - here's a photo of me in my Halloween costume yesterday, on my way out the door to school. I can tell you, I saw lots of grins as I was walking down the high school hallways! My own kids will recognize this ancient bit of family Halloween history--I can't even remember when it began hanging in my closet, but now I pull it out every year and wear it for a day.
Here's a scary thought about this costume: I bought the orange poncho-thing years ago at a thrift store without the pumpkin face. No, this is not a bathmat. Yes, it was constructed as a garment from the get-go. Tell me, who would purchase and wear an orange chenille thing like this, and they weren't wearing it as a Halloween costume??