Hurricane Season (Wake Me When It’s Halloween)

Time for the obligatory, August sucks, bring on fall post. Two days left in this tiresome month and they are full of storm. So it goes. This city is in my blood and I’ll take it with the storms and flooding the same way I’ll take it with the second lines, beads and bourbon. Three weeks ago I was storm-stranded in my car. Luckily I had pulled onto high ground, and after almost three hours of waiting it out to no avail, I had to wade through thigh-deep water to get to safety. What kept going through my head as I walked through the filthy water while garbage cans floated past me? This is practice for the zombie apocalypse (I think about the zombie apocalypse way too often). Spoiler alter: I made it OK and along the way, enjoyed the local attitude, ie, the folks partying away at the gas station and flooded bars in the neighborhood.

Today is August 29 – fall is still about a month away. I’m rained in due to the city being “shut down,” thanks to the outer bands of Hurricane Harvey. I have work travel planned for tomorrow (but who knows if that’s going to happen) and guests for the weekend who may or may not even be able to get into the city. Happy thoughts are needed. Wine is needed and it’s not even noon yet.

Actually, copious amounts of coffee is preferable on a rainy day, don’t you think? Make mine cold brew cuz the humidity is at 93%, people and I’m compelled to do as I always do, work out on the screened-in porch. I have just enough left to get me through the day. I live a half hour or so from my grocery store of choice (yeah, Whole Foods… gotta appreciate those new lower prices, though. Thanks, Amazon) and there’s no chance I can get out of the swamps today to restock on much needed fresh vegetables, coffee and Nada Moo (That Snickerdoodle Dough is liiiiife!) But hey, I have frozen bananas and cacao powder and frozen cherries so I can make a really healthy kind of ice cream with that. When life hands you bananas, make nice cream(?) On a serious note, I’m really feeling fortunate because those folks in Houston have got it bad and the end of this storm isn’t coming quickly enough.

On any typical August day recently, it was 104 degrees with the heat index. I sit on the aforementioned screened-in porch every morning and evening, drinking something iced while I work and the roar of the cicadas is deafening. Days are brutal, oppressively wet-hot and afternoon storms are constantly threatening, destroying any early evening boat plans. Although I feel slightly done with summer, I’ll have a dreamy evening like this one and think it’s not so bad.

But, I’m holding out for fall because I’ll still have evenings like this, only my fingers won’t stick to the computer keys. I won’t be sweating merely from the act of sitting. Besides, fall promises Halloween.

For some people, this is one day, but not the likes of me. I get started with Halloween pursuits in late summer and the season kicks in full force on September 1 for two months. I’ve covered my lust for all things spooky, witchy, owly, pumpkiny in a blog post before, but at the risk of being slightly repetitious… oh fuck it, I have two whole months of going there again and no one can stop me. I’ll try to keep it fresh.

In the meantime, I’m going to force myself to wait until after Labor Day to start Halloweenifying the house, probably also when I’ll start to turn my office into the vintage Halloween & haunted house room of my dreams (and I won’t take anything down come November 1). I’ve already picked out a color for the walls. Fall is the season of change for me. New pursuits, new decorating ideas, new outfits. I’m ready for it.

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