Just as hand surgeons dread weekends (bagel-slicing accidents) and orthopedists get ready to get really busy after the first day of icy sidewalks, we all should be ready for added shin injuries these days, because it's not quite time to go back to Eastern Standard Time, but it's dark by 7 PM and still dark til 7 in the yawning, so people are bumping into ottomans (ottomen?) and open cabinet drawers in the gloaming all over town.
I love fall, and I think it's the best time for enjoying "the gloaming" - the poetic way of saying twilight, or dusk. Nights in October and November gloam like no others. I guess that's a word...
But here at the Lazy 'C' Ranch, I have lamps on timers in several rooms to light the rooms so as to avoid bumping into furniture or other people in the house. They come on at whatever time I set them for, but they are not smart enough to change their own time settings, so there is a short period in which it's dark outside, and dark in the living room, family room or dining room, and it's so still and nice and quiet that the only sound you'll hear is my "Owwww!" when my lower leg smashes into some stupid chair. Who put that chair here, for crying out loud? Oh, that's right. I did.
I don't care, because fall is my favorite season and when we turn the clocks back, we even get an hour of snoozing. Even with that extra rest, I still have trouble figuring out what time it gets dark. Running around the house changing all the clocks and timers is fun, but first I have to go to the digital weather station in the kitchen to set my watch, because you can't call the phone company to get the right time anymore. Oh, but they will tell you when it's time to pay your bill. They might even call you on the phone!
It's starting to seem like I should just sit around with my CDs and iPod and try to stay out of life's way.