september

I want to give September a giant hug. It’s been a great month, full of blue sky days and clear chilly nights. I’m loving the need to drink tea and wear a sweater.

Yesterday I had an urge to get out of the city and drive for a little while. This is a fairly standard clear-my-head move for me, one I developed during my years of living in small towns. I love my city life but there’s something about big, open fields that I can’t get over. I think it’s the Kansas in me.

I ended up at Taste in East Aurora, and because I thought I might go for a hike at Hunter’s Creek, I wore some old pants, a vest, and my boots.

I love the feeling of being a woman in muddy boots. There’s a slight genderfuck to it I think. I can honestly say that walking around in boots and old pants makes me feel stronger, more capable. I loved my farm uniform for those reasons, the idea of always wearing something I could wipe my hands on.

The rest of my weekend was active. Sean is really great about doing and it’s made me eager to do more, talk less. I rearranged some rooms in the house, cut the hedges, took stuff down from/up to the attic, cleaned. The only thing I didn’t do that needs doing is snaking the clogged bathtub. It will be disgusting and I might dry heave. Maybe I should put on my boots and be brave.