Ah, the colors of fall. It is without a doubt my favorite time of the year. Last week, my work led me through the southern part of Ohio from the Ohio River to just east of Cincinnati. I was surprised by the beautiful landscape that welcomed me during the trip. The yellows, reds and greens were perfectly matched. It was probably one of the best fall displays I have seen in years.
As I mentioned, fall, for me, is the best time of year. It is a time of the year that traditionally signals a slow down of the hectic construction schedule and a time to spend more quality time with family. And for those of us who are privileged to live in a daylight savings time zone, fall signals the roll back of the clock. Which I must admit, I love. With two young ones at home, I welcome the early onset of “pit dark”, as my youngest calls pitch dark. A chance to take a break from the annual summertime rat race is always well received.
The problem is my favorite time of year is without a doubt my other half’s least favorite. She absolutely hates fall and winter. She is a person that craves the sun. As I am reveling in my delight, she is getting her seasonal lamps ready and has notified me that our electric bill is about to increase exponentially. Luckily, the kids have been getting good at leaving every light on in the house, so maybe she won’t notice the change this year. So, as I am stocking up on light bulbs, installing a new generator for more power and trying not to cause any imbalance in a household literally teetering on the edge, I welcome the change.
At least I thought I did.
As I mentioned, fall, for me, is the best time of year. It is a time of the year that traditionally signals a slow down of the hectic construction schedule and a time to spend more quality time with family. And for those of us who are privileged to live in a daylight savings time zone, fall signals the roll back of the clock. Which I must admit, I love. With two young ones at home, I welcome the early onset of “pit dark”, as my youngest calls pitch dark. A chance to take a break from the annual summertime rat race is always well received.
The problem is my favorite time of year is without a doubt my other half’s least favorite. She absolutely hates fall and winter. She is a person that craves the sun. As I am reveling in my delight, she is getting her seasonal lamps ready and has notified me that our electric bill is about to increase exponentially. Luckily, the kids have been getting good at leaving every light on in the house, so maybe she won’t notice the change this year. So, as I am stocking up on light bulbs, installing a new generator for more power and trying not to cause any imbalance in a household literally teetering on the edge, I welcome the change.
At least I thought I did.
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You know, I would bet some money that if your wife spent a summer in very sunny and extremely hot Texas, the heat alone would drive her to abhor the sun. It has nearly done that to me.
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