Fallin’ (in 15 Minutes or Less)

I’ve been waiting with bated breath since June 21^st!  (Sorry Junebung, I’m not a Summer girl!  It doesn’t cooperate with my hair.)  Autumn is my signature Season. 

We are 3 days into Fall, however,  if you take the sweltering 87 degrees happening outside today into consideration ya wouldn’t know it! 

I have to admit, I’m starting to feel cheated!  Where’s the cool brisk wind forcing me to put on a cozy fleece?  Where’s the fresh Fall scent in the air?  You know the smell that I mean.  (Similar to when you can smell the rain in the air before it’s happened.) The one that makes you want to pull into the nearest coffee shop for a warm cup of Pumpkin Spice or Hot Apple Cider!  Yum. 

From the warm amber tones of foliage that come along with the autumnal season to the festive decorations, for me, when the Fall Equinox rolls around life is just, well…..better. 

Escaping the office an hour early yesterday I jumped into my archaic Mitsubishi Gallant for a joy-ride.  It had been a long week!

Over a decade old with only 60k miles on the car -I still love it.

(Low mileage = a perk of being a roadie for so long.  I never drove it!) 

As I sank into the plush leather seats of the silver bullet, I cranked up the stereo, rolled down the windows and decided to take a ride through my old neighborhood. 

As I hit the stop light leading me toward my old apartment building,

appropriately located on

Hope Street, 

I felt a smile come over my face. 

I just plain loved, living, on

Hope Street.

(960 Hope St. Apartment 2C)



Hope Street, where I’d started over and healed after a horrific break up in my mid-20’s. Where I learned how to hang pictures, change out-of-reach light bulbs and pay bills on my own.  Where I laughed….cried…and laughed some more.  Where I came into my own and got to know myself; and most importantly where The Keeper got down on his knee and asked me to be his wife. 

(Setting the scene - I didn’t stop to take a pic, but you get the point.) 

Staring ahead at the beautiful foliage, it was at this moment I’d made up my mind.  This is where I want to live.  (The Keeper and I are in the market for a home and have been up in the air as to where exactly we want to live.) 

Ok, back on track….the smile. 

So there I am sitting in the Mitsu, James Taylor on the radio, windows open, Big Smile on my face got it? 

I think to myself, something’s missing. Why don’t I have the sunroof open?  With the click of a button I feel a gust of air.  Ahhhh…this is fantastic. 

Too fantastic – always a glass half empty kinda gal, I quickly look down at my crackberry.  (my work mandated electronic handcuff-uhhh, I mean phone)

No annoying flashing red light?  Huh.  Ok, could it be true?  I’d now had a full 15 minutes to myself without being bothered by ANYONE! 

As the traffic light turned green I began to accelerate when BAM. 

What the?! 

It sounded like a meteor had hit me. 

I looked around for some sort of confirmation from my fellow drivers on the road.  Surely I’d turn to see the woman next to me staring with her jaw dropped, but nothing?!?!  No acknowledgement what-so-ever. 

Had no one else heard that?!?! I on the other hand had literally jumped out of my seat. 

I looked up through my sunroof at the trees cascading above my head then to the ground in front of me.   Putting my sleuth skills to the test I quickly pieced the mystery together.     

An acorn had fallen from Fall missing my head by mere inches!  Seriously, I can’t make this $hit up!  (well, maybe I can, but this is a true story.) 

 

I reached up defeated and closed the sunroof.

Just like that my fantastic 15 minutes were over. 

Later that night, upon further thought, instead of being sad and cursing the furry rat food, I chose to  look at it from The Keeper’s glass half full point of view. 

It was a great 15 minutes while it lasted!

~The Keepers Wife