thoughts at the end of indian summer

it’s 8:30 in the am and it’s about 60 degrees out. today is the last day of our “indian summer” although i don’t know if temps have really been summer-like. they have been in the 50s and 60s pretty consistently for the past week or two though, and it has been wonderful. we haven’t been stuck inside yet. i don’t know what this will mean for the rest of the winter, but i hope the rumors of a harsh and snowy winter won’t be true. personally, i could handle temps in the 50s all winter long, but i know that won’t happen either.

my class this semester is over for me, so i’m starting my new “schedule” today which will hopefully result in me writing here much more often as well as just acting like a writer in general and doing it regularly. this is one resolution i came up with after my 33rd birthday . . . so those of you who are worried about me because of the last post, please cease and desist.

christmas is on the way, and we have begun, just yesterday actually, to listen to some christmas music. last year we discovered sufjan stevens (scroll down on the webpage and you can actually listen to the collections), who does a mix of traditional tunes as well as some of his own crazy stuff. it sounds like he did all the recordings in his living room with his kids screaming in the background, but that’s why i love it. the tunes also remind me of this time last year when i was getting ready to and eventually did pop oren out (i think we even had it on in the car on the way to the birthing center the day he was born), so they will always hold a special place in my heart.

speaking of oren, who is almost one whole entire year old (dec 12 is the special day), he’s crawling! and standing! and cruising! one day about two weeks ago, he just decided that he crawls. so he crawls, here and there and everywhere, with his little round, diapered bum swaying behind him and a look on his face like he’s just figured out the best thing since sliced bread, drooling. and so in only two weeks he’s also figured out how to pull himself up to standing, and tackled the stairs. i’m scared. yesterday, he decided that he should be allowed to go upstairs whenever he wants, unattended. so when i wasn’t looking (not a rarity, unfortunately) he crawled over to the steps and was halfway up before i realized he wasn’t sitting in the living room anymore. i did catch him before he would have fallen down (uh, this time). thankfully.

“be anxious for nothing, but in prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. and the peace of God, which surpasses all comprehension, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.” philippians 4.6