I've got two chapters left in Harper Lee's Go Set a Watchman. To me, Go Set a Watchman feels like an end of summer book. Once I'm finished reading that book, summer is officially over for me (and I can also then scour the reviews to make more sense of what I'm reading. When was this book written?) MId-September also brings my brother Will's birthday. Will is the funniest person I know. I don't remember him being at all funny as a kid, (just annoying), but as an adult he is quick-witted with a dry delivery that I appreciate very much. I feel fortunate to have a sibling I not only get along with, I seek him out. How did I show my appreciation on his birthday? I sent him a bacon chocolate bar. But, I know, that he knows, the effort it took to get something in the mail to him in time for his birthday is the real gift. I must really love him if I could do that during the first week of school. Back to school. Back to scheduling life in between extra-curricular activities. The leaves are starting to turn, the air has a chill in the morning. Fall is coming with all it's transitional turmoil For me the change in weather brings the added surprise of being reminded now daily of things I got rid of in June and have not replaced yet. You see, I'm doing my own version of The Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up: The Japanese Art of Decluttering and Organizing by Marie Kondo. Kondo advocates for doing the tidying up all in one go (as in consecutive days or weeks), but she is also the same person who comes home from work and removes every item from her purse and puts it in its own space for the night and then presumably puts it all back in the morning. This is clearly nuts, so I'm not going to do everything she says. I can think for myself. Thinking for myself is my excuse for why I'm stretching out this process over months, possibly years (I'll report back next year). However, I did get a little over zealous in June with Kondo's advice on how to declutter your clothes when I got rid of FIVE garbage bags full. I felt really light afterwards. But, now that the seasons are changing, each day I find myself in need of a different item of clothing that I haven't made the time to replace yet. It felt great in June at the beginning of summer to fling aside almost every sweater I owned, but now that it's getting nippy in the mornings and evenings, not so much. That's OK, that's what September is for, searching out a good sweater, finishing a novel on the hammock, watching the days get shorter and celebrating the September people with bacon chocolate bars.
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