1. Serious question: why are the trees in this city by and large still green? Isn’t it the end of October? Shouldn’t I be walking outside to have my breath taken away by a veritable rainbow of reds, oranges, and yellows, not a bunch of greenery with the occasional smattering of yellow? I WANT MY FALL COLORS, DARN IT!
^^Not from this year. Also not from Chicago.
I’m blaming the fact that October has leaned more towards November/December in the temperature department for the lack of arboreal beauty. Unless maybe this is the norm in Chicago? In college, I remember the trees always peaked right around fall break, which was the second week of October. I wouldn’t think jumping shores of Lake Michigan would make that significant of a difference, but I’m hardly a botany expert.
2. Speaking of fall, though: this weather you guys. It is so cold and I am LOVING IT (except when I’m underdressed on my commute, because I just cannot convince myself that it’s appropriate to wear gloves and a hat in October). I’ve been reacquainting myself with my cold weather wardrobe, I’ve broken out my pea coat, and, at long last, tea season has returned.
I never jumped on the must-injest-caffeine-every-morning-to-function train, so for me, tea is primarily a coffee date or cold morning commute beverage. While it does make reading the RedEye a little tricky (another reason why I delay gloves as long as possible…turning newspaper pages with gloved fingers while holding tea at 7:45 a.m. is a song and dance I try to avoid), I love how it keeps me warm while I’m trekking it work in the morning. Plus tea is just delicious. Right now I’ve been enjoying Trader Joe’s Harvest Blend Herbal Tea or the occasional chamomile (<– evidence of my lack of caffeine dependence) when my tummy is grumpy, and I’m sure green tea will make its reappearance soon enough. Mmm.
3. It’s book club week! And I…did not read the book. Haha. Officially, our book this month was Orange is the New Black. In what should come as a surprise to no one, there’s a bit of a wait list for it at the Chicago Public Library (this is your fault, Netflix!), so while I’m patiently waiting for my turn to get the book, I’ve been reading The Summer We Read Gatsby.
It’s awful. Just downright horrible. I hate it, but I’m not one to call it quits on a book, so I’m still trucking along (mostly to see if my predictions for the ending are correct. I don’t know how they could be wrong, though, since the author seems to think “foreshadowing” and “dropping hints the size of Mt. Everest” are apparently the same thing.). But man. The writing is just so bad. The characters are all caricatures and the storyline is weak. I imagine this book aims to be a beach read, but I don’t think even the beach deserves this book, unless you’re tossing it in the water in disgust.
4. Have you entered my KIND Snacks giveaway yet?
Anyone out there enjoying fall colors?
Book recommendations: go.