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It's time for football games. |
Summer started here in March and it is still flirting with 100 degrees on the last day of August, I'm looking forward to the change of season and a change of clothes. It is time for the air conditioner to take a long nap.
Last night, I noticed it was dark and it was 8 o'clock.
There's football on TV again and it is live, not reruns of old games. Who watches those reruns?
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And it will be time to find the way out of the corn maze... |
Fall is my favorite season, hands down. But fall also has a way of making me feel all sentimental, almost melancholy. Time seems to go a little slower in the fall. We have "evenings" again. Sunday isn't the only dinner that I plan when there are evenings...
And I am ready to savor all of it.
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