September Morn

Let me just say up front that this post will involve a lot of rambling. It's September, I had my 56th birthday one week ago. I was born on a Sunday morning at 16 minutes after midnight. The day before my Mother celebrates her birthday. She always told me that the doctor said to her, "gee Lc if I would have known it was your birthday you could have had the baby that day". And she always told me she wanted me to have my own day.

It might be because of my birthday that I have always loved the month of September. It starts out as summertime and ends as fall. Even though it might be 70 or 80 degrees you can feel fall in the air. It smells different, the leaves start changing, school starts back up. And my wardrobe gets much easier since I have way more cold weather clothes for work then warm weather clothes.

Another sign of September is the Kraft caramels I'm eating as I write this.

With the gradual change of seasons comes a big change in our lives. After being empty nesters for almost two years and seeing my son get married this summer, my husband's daughter has moved in with us from California. It's a temporary thing until she finds work and gets an apartment.

I understand the drastic change for her from living in San Francisco to moving into the suburbs with her Dad and step Mom. She hasn't lived with her Dad since she was about 11 years old.

We just completed week 1. And it came with many challenges and lots of work. Today was very close to being the final trips to the storage unit after unloading the UHaul into the garage one week ago. But it appears we have one more box and a small night stand.

This week the job hunting for her begins. I resume my normal schedule of going to the gym in the mornings and going to work and being involved in my church activities and my hobbies.

Wally has his shop in the garage back. Onward now with this new phase in all of our lives.