I can tell that the end of the summer is rapidly approaching us. I can tell because the cicadas outside my windows have been singing louder than they have been all summer long. What that means is that their season above ground is coming to an end and the search for a mate is becoming more and more desparate as the nights get longer.
At dusk, the cicadas and the crickets join their voices in a choir chirping in perfect harmony, singing their hymn to the setting sun.
The sun's been going down earlier than before, too. It was only a quarter after eight and already the sun had retreated to his underground lair and I saw the moon hung low over the horizon. A perfect crescent moon, actually. A single, solitary source of light in the darkening sky.
The night air is so much cooler, too. As soon as the sun goes down, a bit of a chill settles over the area and driving down the street with the window open, you need a jacket, or at least a long sleeve shirt.
It's not yet autumn, so the leaves haven't turned yet, but I can tell that the fall colours will be here soon. In anticipation, I wore my orange t-shirt today. With my brown jeans. Decked out in fall colours, I went out for a little drive to enjoy the weather, a nice respite from the warm weather we've been having.
It's been the coolest summer we've had in memory, but even having said that, I have had enough of being too hot. The warm weather messes my guts up sometimes and poor temperature control is another symptom of my condition, so the recent cool down has been a greater respite for me than I realized at times.
So I drove around town today, anticipating the fall foliage, with the windows rolled down, my arm out the window. I drove past some of the spots that her and I stopped at when she came and visited me. Drove past my park and I imagined us holding hands, A picnic by the beach maybe? Perhaps giving some poor, unsuspecting little boy and his grandpa a little show a little later on.
Went I got home, I called my cellphone provider to cancel my service. The guy on the other end of the phone sounded very upset, like I was taking money out of his hand. He was offering me all kinds of special deals to try to keep me, but I was firm on the matter. I kept repeating, 'close my account please', but he wouldn't have it. After sitting through an automated machine and talking to three other people, I finally got them to cancel my service. I'm without a cellphone for now and though I will have a new number in a day or two, I feel somewhat naked without it.
Only because I can't get a hold of a certain someone when I want to, but besides from that, I gotta say that it's freeing in some way. I'm actually glad to not have a phone for a little while. Not to mention the fact that me getting a new phone number frees me from people I don't want to talk to anymore. This way, I can give my number to people that I want to talk to, and the ones that have my number that I no longer wish to talk to, there's no way for them to get a hold of me.
You have to realize, I had the same phone number for the last six or seven years now. Maybe even longer. So all these people from my past, some of the unsavory ones that I no longer wish to associate myself with, still have my number and call me once in a while. Getting a new number is a great way for me to clean up my contacts, you know?
But the number did serve me well for many years, and I have to say that closing that account did leave me with a bittersweet feeling.
The very last text message I sent from that phone was to Ginger, telling her goodbye from that phone number. And of course, the very first text and phone call from my new phone will be to her as well, not only to tell her that I have a new number, but to tell her that I am head over heels in love with her, that the sickness gets worse with each passing day.
When I did speak to Ginger, she mentioned that her little one started highschool today. Since I don't have any children of my own (that I know of), I can only live vicariously through other people's children, you know? So when she spoke of seeing her daughter walking into school with her backpack, I tried my best to imagine what that must have been like. They grow up so fast, don't they?
Of course, I joked about how having a girlfriend that has a kid in highschool is totally different from having a girlfriend with a kid in junior high. I couldn't let something like that pass, you know?
So amore, this little video is for you. :)
Thanks for stopping in,
Grape.
