Autumn In Kentucky

Here we are on the eve of November breaking high temp records in Kentucky.  Halloween looms just ahead and I've bought just enough candy to  rot my granddaughters teeth which will keep my daughter and son-in-law in debt for many years to come.  Speaking of son-in-laws I'm wondering if fathers of daughters ever really get to liking and trusting their

daughter's choice for the new man in their lives. Just being honest.  Dale is the father of my granddaughters and has been wed to my daughter for over a dozen years and I'm just now letting my fatherly concerns ebb a little.  Is that human nature or is it just me.  Would love to hear what my readers of this blog feel on the subject. 

Returning to  temps in October and early November in Kentucky, we all know that the temps bounce all over the place like a basketball being dribbled toward the goal.  For me these swings of temps also result in changes in garb.  I like to go to sleep with no clothing and one blanket to keep the shivers away.  The ceiling fan is on and the bedroom outside door is open.  Now that is perfect sleeping weather and attire for me.  Around 3 am nature calls and while I'm up I turn off the fan and close the outside door.  I take the meds I'm supposed to take well before breakfast and head back to bed.  Around 6 am the furnace kicks on alerting me to the fact that it has turned cooler outside.  I ignore it for as long as I can then get up and quickly don sweat pants and shirt.  I move from my bed to my favorite chair and snooze some more if I don't have any early appointments.  About 8 to 9 am I arise to make the most of my day.  I prepare breakfast and devour it while watching Kelly and whoever her co-host is for the day.  I enjoy their banter for the first 15 minutes of the show. I feel apart of their conversation and when they spin the wheel to see where the call in contestant may be going if they know the answer to their question about something someone said on the previous show I'm up and busy writing--if I'm lucky or paying bills if I'm not so blessed.  By 11am I notice that I'm sweating so I remove the sweat suit pieces and open the outside door again. Now is the time for shorts and a tee shirt and the ceiling fan is turned on again.  This becomes a pleasant time of day until the late afternoon sun hits full force about 3 pm and lasts till about 6 pm.  During this time period he door is shut and the air conditioner is turned on reducing the inside heat from 85-90 degrees down to 70 degrees. Now I know it's getting to be supper time so I either go out to eat or search the frige for whatever savory delight I can find.  It is also time to turn off the a/c and reopen the outside door.  This condition will take me to bedtime and I start the process over again.  Don't get me wrong, I love spring time and I love fall and much prefer all the tinkering it takes to be comfortable  to the too highs of summer and the too lows of winter.  If I didn't love Kentucky and my granddaughters being close enough to spend time with I might return to Hawaii where the temps are a constant 82 degrees enhanced by the sea winds that carry the aroma of island flowers with every breath.  But as for me, I'll stay right where I am, write and tell my stories whenever someone wants to hear them.