I’d love to wake up in the morning, go outside, and see frost on the ground. I need some fall weather. A sweater. A jacket. Something that says the days of high heat are gone. It’s cold this morning, in the 50s, but the high will be in the 90s. Tomorrow will be different. The high is only expected to be in the 70s. A huge difference and a nice break. Come on weather, you can do it.

I am reminded of my days as a hunter, going with a gun into the woods to bring home game. We’d watch the weather like hawks, praying for a cold front to come that first weekend in November. But usually, it would be shirt-sleeve weather, and we’d have to wait for Thanksgiving or later to get the really cold days. It was the same with the geese and ducks. We needed weather, low clouds, even a little rain. Blue skies were bad.

Those days, however, are long gone. The guns sit in their cases. I sit in my chair.  I buy my meat at the grocer. Other people do the killing for me. Just one of many things we’ve delegated to others. I don’t carry out my own slop, pump my own water, or heat my house. I flip switches, push buttons. It’s all done for me. Convenience. I no longer even have to go to the store. Life sure is great.