Living in the Mojave Desert and not liking heat, summer is a horrific nightmare for me. I’m always so thrilled when the temperatures drop in October. This is my favorite time of year. I love fall and winter. I love it for all the reasons many people hate it. I love when the days shorten and it gets dark early. I love when it becomes cold outside. I adore when all the leaves fall off the trees because I like the way the bare branches look against the sky. I like cloudy, windy, drizzly days.
I love the holiday season, which as far as I’m concerned, kicks off with my birthday in mid October. In the summer, I want time to go by quickly, to be over with the long hot days. Now is the time of year where I’m always thinking that I want time to slow down, slow down now. I want the fall and winter to last as long as possible. Slow down, slow down.
I so love this. Farther and farther away. Closer and closer. To What? From where and when? I love this because it makes me realize I have no idea.
How much longer?
I was talking to my daughter about birth control the other day because she’s 18 now and has a boyfriend. So I was talking to her (again) about birth control. We discussed the options and I suggested an IUD. She was not so big a fan of that because she’s heard about problems with those. Then, just a few minutes ago, I saw this commercial on T.V. It’s about a huge lawsuit ongoing due to this IUD which has all of these bad side effects. Among them are 1) it can embed itself in the uterus. 2) it can migrate.
What the freaking heck? No wonder she doesn’t want to get that thing put in there. When I hear the word “migrate” I think of birds going to and from the north and south. So I get this image of:
“Crap. Why is my calf so itchy? Dang. Is that the stupid IUD moving about again?” And then a week later: “Shit! What is this swelling in my neck? Dammit! How did that thing get way up here?!”