Wednesday, November 11, 2009

DMoG, Day Eleven

Well, wouldn't that just frost your gizzard. Mariah's people called this morning to tell me the Minnie Pearl biopic was off. Apparently their first choice to play Minnie - Diana Ross - was already under contract to star in a series of Pepsi commercials. Rumors that she would be playing Michael Jackson were largely ignored on the grounds that, since MJ spent the last 15 years of his life remodeling his face to look just like Diana's, it didn't really matter which of them she portrayed. One thing's for sure, though: This strengthens my testimony of Diet Coke.

11: I'm thankful for Fall. Even as a kid, I loved autumn. While poets tout the joys and renewed optimism usually associated with spring, I find myself at my most ambitious, most active, some time around mid-October.

Growing up in Salt Lake, whenever it rained or snowed, the preferred method of coping was to just hunker down in your house and wait for it to pass.

So when we moved to Seattle, in November no less, it took pretty significant re-programming to get me to where I would just do my life no matter what the weather. However, there was no question that when the sun finally emerged in late June, the party was ON for the next three months. As long as there was sunshine, you were expected to be UP and DOING.

Imagine, then, the exhaustion that set in when we moved to the Caribbean - this time in July; we're smart that way - and it was relentlessly sunny all the time. After a few months of being UP and DOING, I was ready to throw myself off the Munoz Marin bridge. And "fall" doesn't really offer the relief in Puerto Rico it does at more northern latitudes. Autumn in the islands is basically twenty minutes of breeziness in the six hours or so that constitute "winter", and by the time you notice that you aren't praying for some pagan tribe to toss you into the nearest volcano as your only escape from the heat and humidity, it's time to start praying all over again. Winter is finished, and the eleven months, twenty-nine-and-a-half days of summer are back.

Upon returning to the states, the first thing I looked forward to was a decent autumn. Even in pathologically sunny Las Vegas, fall tends to take the edge off that laser-intensive heat, and with the lowering of the temperature there seems to come a temporary lowering of expectations which, paradoxically, allows me to relax enough to actually feel up to getting a few things done. I can't explain why, but I'm at my most productive when I feel the least pressure to be so.

Autumn does that for me; it always has. Which is why, I suppose, it's so easy for me to feel grateful at this time of year.

Even without Mariah, Diana, and their stupid movie.

13 comments:

MommyJ said...

I love the fall too... it's my favorite season. I've been thinking about you lately... wondering if the words are flowing fast enough...

Mallory said...

I think I am most productive when I don't have to be! Or, when I've waited until the very last second to get something done that I need to get done (like my...erm...Primary lesson).

L.T. Elliot said...

I hate the pressure to be "on the go." I don't really mind being on said-go but I don't like feeling like I have to be. I love those moments when you know it's okay to just be. And I find I'm more productive then too.

M-Cat said...

I'm the weird one and HATE fall.
But I too can bear my testimony of diet coke. With every fiber of my being.

InkMom said...

You really have to come visit MommyJ and me . . . say, 49 weeks or so from right now? New England, Shmew England. A truly beautiful fall involves the Carolina mountains. Not to mention we could show you a really good time.

Lara said...

I think this puts into words why I love fall so much, too. :)

The Garden of Egan said...

I love fall, but love summer better. Winter lasts about 9 months around these parts and I mean real winter. Our weather makes the guys on The Deadliest Catch look like a walk in the tropics!
Hope your daughter is surviving. Snow is expected tomorrow.

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Kristina P. said...

How can anyone not love fall? It's been unusually warm up here this week.

Oh, and your nephew, Harley, decided he wanted to throw BBQ sauce all over me today. I am thankful for Tide to Go pens.

Brooke said...

I'm just thankful that your DMoG posts are getting increasingly longer. And that you are posting every day!! I'm already bracing myself for "My Backordered Life" withdrawls when November is over. (Hey, that would make a great sitcom title! You should pitch this blog to Hollywood.)

Thora said...

I never write a comment (usually, I know I'm a bad reader), but today when I was reading you earlier, and now this post, my husband was reading over my shoulder, and commented what a good writer you are. He even laughed at the opening book jokes of your last post. Real, laughing out lough, not the fake, LOL that everyone does virtually nowadays. He thinks you're one of the best blogs I read. I already knew your writing was great - hence why I read your blog, but isn't it nice to know that testosterone likes you too?

Kazzy said...

Autumn totally rocks the seasons party! I love it too.

And my leaning is toward caffeine-free DC. Sorry. Blood pressure issues.

tammy said...

I have more energy in the fall too. As long as it's not cloudy. If it's cloudy, I may as well stay in bed because all my energy is zapped right out of me.

tammy said...

And like Melissa, I used to hate fall, but that was when I knew the snowy winters and gray skies were not far off.