Saturday, October 1, 2011

September hath 30 Days

Can you even believe the thirty days of September 2011 are over?

Last night I sat and pondered about what exactly I did in September.  I feel like the whole year is made to support the month of September and now (gasp) it’s gone. 

I love September…it’s fresh scrubbed from summer with kids with their school supplies and new clothes.  I love the way the light changes from the start of the month to the end of the month.  It makes me feel optimistic.

But it’s gone now. Did I do enough to deserve being optimistic?

There’s that old saying of “learn something everyday” and I do like to learn.

It turns out September was a worthy month, moreso than normal.


I’ll start my list with an incident that happened in the dining room.  It was kind of gross and it will probably make you never want to eat at my house ever...through all the sands of time.


We knew after our inspection the exhaust pipe in the dining room closet from the furnace needed to be replaced.  We made a list to the sellers of what we wanted them them to repair. Choosing our battles, we opted to have the pipe done ourselves.  Doing this I learned insulated pipe is really expensive.  But that isn’t the gross part.

The gross part is soon after the pipe was done there was a terrible smell.  A really, really bad smell.  We thought a mouse might have been trapped in the new pipe.  For days.  But in the end it was in the closet, amongst my dishes and serving platters.  Did I tell you it smelled really bad?  It smelled really bad.  I’m not sure I will ever get over it.


During September I finished Oliver Wiswell.  Are you tired of me mentioning this book?  I would be afraid to tell you to read it as it is very long and kind of drags on in some parts.  But it changed my life.  I think it has to do with my love for New England and history and completely having my mind expanded in learning about the revolutionary war.  I still think about this book every day.


At the beginning of the month I turned 39.  It’s really close to 40. 

38-39 is the age when I noticed things change. 

I don’t feel old, but I feel older. 

There are green veins in my legs.

Young movie stars seem ridiculous.

I like to go to bed when it gets dark.

I appreciate simple.


I hope you are having a great weekend, I’m glad we have a whole day tomorrow, too.  Weekends are so great!




~Lavender Dreamer~ said...

I wish you lived next door so that we could sip coffee and discuss Oliver Wiswell! It really is an amazing book. Here's a review I read, "Wow. I wish I could give this book six stars. I wish I could demote every five-star rating I've given to a book or a CD or a DVD so that I could give OLIVER WISWELL a unique five-star rating, thus marking its place as one of the best books I've ever read, period."
My husband is on page 300 and something now and we talk about what he's reading almost every day! I stopped on page 446 so I need to get back into it! I'm so glad you mentioned it on your blog! ♥ Enjoy your weekend! ♥

~Lavender Dreamer~ said...

PS You are SO young! I hope your birthday was extra special! You are such a wonderful friend to me! ♥♥♥

Barbara at Oodles and Oodles said...

I really thought I would never get over the mouse (eerily similar situation) (shortly after we moved in, in the kitchen, untimely death, etc.) but I finally am able to use that cupboard again. Then again, we've lived here 17 years. (oh, to be 40 again!)

Juniper said...

Will have to look up Oliver Wiswell, do feel like I am lacking in regards to my knowledge of the revolutionary war. I love the feeling a good book leaves, can change the way you see everything around you.
Sept. In the mid west was just as you described and ended with that chill of winter approaching and earlier sunsets. Here it feels like august still, have yet to really attach to the different pace of seasons here. . . But at least school starts this week for all three and marks a shift, farewell to summer.
Your mouse story is pretty grim, we found a dead little lizard in the kids room last year, the late remains of an escaped foundling/pet, lucky for us they just kind of dry up like an old snake skin. . . No smell. But still gross! !

Andi said...

Don't worry, I will keep reading you even if you leave mice to die and decompose in amongst your platters.

Will you still read me even if the statement "it changed my life" makes me never ever EVER want to read Oliver Wiswell.

I am just shallow. Give me no brainer cheap and trashy and I'm happy.

Dog Trot Farm said...

Am I the only one who has not read this book? Would you recommend I reserve it from my local library? I am indeed familar with the odor you are referring to. Mice tend to worm their way into our family camp once it has been been buttoned up for the long winter months. Yes, it is an odor one never forgets!

Paula said...

Don't fear 40. I have loved this age.

Decomposing mouse smell. Yep, know that. Glad you found the source, but it would have been fun to serve up on Halloween.

Jemm said...

Now I'm starting to want to look into this "Oliver Wiswell" book you talk about. Don't know if I'd like it or not. Is it non-fiction?

I'm just gonna pretend I didn't hear that mouse story!! Ew! But that's the crazy-a@# stuff that happens in old houses isn't it?! We've got cats outside and one inside, far no mouse stories, only snake stories :S