It’s almost boot weather

by Lorin Michel Thursday, September 17, 2015 10:14 PM

I live in shorts, tee shirts and flip-flops or running shoes. And I don’t like it. At all. I don’t like summer clothing. I never have. For some reason, it doesn’t fit me. I mean, they fit me fine, for the most part. But they don’t fit my personality. Maybe it’s because I was born and raised in the northeast. Maybe it’s because I’m a Capricorn and even in warm weather climates December tends to be a fairly cool if not downright cold month. But I feel most comfortable in jeans, sweaters and boots.

And it’s almost boot weather.

Now I realize that it’s 88º here today. Most of the southwest is currently fairly steamy. This is how it almost always is in September. The warm days and cooling nights are something you can almost count on, similar to knowing you can plan an outdoor event from May through October. Kevin and I planned our wedding for the end of September because we knew the day would be warm and the night would be comfortable and since we wanted to get married and have the reception in the backyard, we knew it would be perfect.

It was so cold we had to rent heat lamps that day just so our guests wouldn’t freeze.

It was so cold, I should have worn my cowboy boots and a leather coat. Instead, I was in skinny heels and a short spaghetti strap dress.

The other night, we were sitting on the deck, watching the sunset as we do almost every night. The sky was drifting by, dark clouds, the undersides painted orange and red. There was a breeze blowing. I was in my customary flipflops, de rigueur footwear when it is summer in the desert. And my feet were a little cold. I mentioned it to Kevin.

“Do you want me to get you a sweater?” he asked. He was both serious and joking. Like Sally in When Harry Met Sally, I get cold when it’s 72º outside. It was probably 78º. And I wasn’t exactly cold. I could have just used a pair of socks.

“No,” I said. “ But I can feel it coming.”

“Your sweater?”

“Cold weather. And that means jeans and boots.”

I mentioned to Bobbi the other day that fall was my favorite season. Fall into early winter, actually. And not because of changing leaf colors, which we don’t get here anyway.

No, it’s because of the temperature change, which coincidentally is one of the things that causes the leaves to change colors. I love that it gets cold enough at night to leave the windows open. I love that in the not too distant future, I’ll have to put the blanket on the bed.

This fall will be even better. I found out yesterday that Roy and Bobbi are coming on September 30. Justin will be home for a day or two in October. My mother is coming at the beginning of November. Then for Thanksgiving, we’re going to Paso Robles to do some wine tasting. We’ll take dinner with us. For Christmas, Roy and Bobbi will be here.

And I’ll wear jeans and a sweater and cowboy boots for everything. Everything except the September 30 visit. It will probably still be too hot. But maybe in the evenings… maybe. Something to look forward to. Something to celebrate. 


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