Happy September! I don’t know about you but I’m so ready to see the end of summer. I know the official start of fall isn’t until September 21, but I tend to celebrate the meteorological calendar a bit more. It just makes more sense to me.
That means Fall is here!!
I have to tell you; out of all the seasons, summer is my least favorite. As a 55-year-old woman living in the heart of her menopause years, the heat and I are not friends. The idea of walking outside and breathing in water is not fun. I’m not a fan of the oppressiveness high humidity lends to a hot day. August always feels like it’s the hottest month of the year for no good reason other than just to be August.
You may have guessed by now – August is my least favorite month. I’m way too antsy for Fall. Around halfway through the month, I suddenly get a craving for pumpkin flavored things. I want to wear boots and scarves and curl up in oversized thick sweaters on a rainy day.
William Faulkner said:
“Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar.”
That pretty much sums up my general emotional state except the air was not thin. It was very hot and humid with heat indexes up to 115 degrees. But it was nostalgic, in a way.
I feel like I’ve come full circle somehow. When my mom was alive, my girls and I would join her every Saturday evening for Mass at St. Gilbert’s church. Then afterwards, we always went to a neighborhood restaurant for dinner. Living out my faith beside my mom was very special to me, especially during the holidays.
Living so close to my dad and stepmom, I’ve started to attend Saturday night Mass with them along with my sister and occasionally my daughter, Shelby. Afterwards, we find a local restaurant and enjoy a meal together. It’s amazing how much comes back to me and how much of my Catholic faith never left. I feel my mom sharing this with me in a way and I absolutely love how much it means to my 91 year old Dad to have his kids and grandkids attending with him. It’s changed me.
Of course, I will always love my other church, and I watch the recordings of services during the week online but being with my dad and sharing this with him is something I know I’ll remember and cherish long after he’s in the arms of Jesus.
As I stated earlier, August is not my favorite month. Covid visited me at the beginning of the month, so that was fun. I felt like death warmed over and the congestion was just great (insert sarcasm). Mucinex was a huge life saver for me as was my sister who, during her time off work, took my daughter to work and picked her up for me so I could get as much rest as possible. She also took care of my dog so…huge shout out thanks to Kathleen! She was the MVP of my covid week. I joked that I went back to Mass and came home with Covid but I’m not too sure people thought that funny, so I stopped. It must have just been a coincidence that the first time I went to Mass since my mom’s passing and the next day, I started feeling ill.
I also stayed down here in my room in the basement for a whole week which was a very hot week at that. Thankfully, as my fever broke, so did the weather and it was total joy to be back in the living room with my family.
Just a quick note. I was very careful to stay away from my family as much as possible however, I would do that regardless of whether it was covid or a simple cold. We all lead busy lives and a huge part of that includes my 91-year-old dad, who doesn’t need to get sick. Plus, being sick sucks and I’m not interested in spreading it around. There are more people living with me now, so I felt it best to be prudent.
But enough of that! I’m much better now, Praise God!
August did bring me the sweetest news ever.
I am going to be a grandma!!
Yes, my daughter and son-in-law are expecting their first child in March 2025. I’m beyond thrilled and so very excited for them. Emilie is truly living the life she’s prayed for all her life, and I am so thankful to God for all the blessings pouring out on them. They also bought their first house! God is just so good.
It’s times like this when I wish my mom was still here. Of course, I always wish for her and always will. Since she died, everything good that happens, every joyful moment, is always tainted with a tiny particle of grief and longing. I imagine it always will be.
Nevertheless, this baby is already a blessing and will be the first of a new generation in our family. I can’t wait to meet him or her! I can’t wait to be “Grammy”! Now more than ever, I need to get serious about getting into shape. I want no restrictions on the number of activities I can do with my grandbabies. I want to do it all with them!
Which brings us to the goal-setting part of this gab fest. I love setting goals! I love to plan out what I want to do with my life. I love to write it down on a list and then cross off tasks as I complete them. Therefore, here’s some goals I have going into September.
Be content. I love my new home so much. It’s not perfect. It doesn’t have to be. This house has brought me the best of both worlds. I can be alone, if I want some alone time. Or I can be with people. Before moving here, I decided living alone was really not for me.
Now, I’m not talking about being in a relationship. I’m NOT relationship material. I’m not interested. I’m way too old and romance isn’t really my strong suit, so I steer clear. If I want romance in my life, I’m more than happy to grab a mug of tea and embrace the couch life while watching the Hallmark channel. There, I can stream romance at any time of the year and in any season.
Prioritize my health. I’m not joining any diet culture or keeping track of everything I eat. That really only stresses me out which leads to more unhealthy eating. Just taking longer and longer walks as the days grow cold. Encouraging those in my household to do the same. Focus more on portions than the actual contents of my plate. Forgive myself for bad food moments.
Be a better steward of my money. The closer I get to 65, the more I realize that I do want to experience some retirement years before going home to Jesus. I want to crochet, embroider, travel all over, and be at my grandbabies’ beck and call. That’s my plan. Some changes I’m committing myself to make may seem small, but everyone has to start somewhere.
For example, I’ve been able to cancel some streaming services and started using my library more. Hoopla is a wonderful app and much of what I like to watch is available for free almost anytime I want.
Coffee is a huge expense for me. Not only do I like all the frou-frou coffees, but I also tend to buy a pastry to go with it. Thanks to the wonder of Pinterest, I’ve found some easy recipes I want to try. I also discovered a few cool techniques. That, combined with the fact that Shelby used to work for Starbucks and knows several tips and tricks herself, should help save money.
Finally, I’m declaring a yarn buying ban in September. We’ll see if I actually meet this goal. I have so much yarn!!
Increase my skill as an artist. Artist! I choke on that word! I still cannot define myself as an artist of any kind since I’ve never really created anything original. I do want to be praying on that, though. I know there’s a purpose for this desire to create something. I want to be a blessing and am actively seeking opportunities.
Enhance my personal sense of style. Working from home so much really has put a huge dent in my sense of fashion. I have no idea what I like anymore and would like to put more of an effort into dressing up more for Mass, other church events and even going out to Friday night dinners.
For far too long, I’ve looked in the mirror only to see a fat, frumpy, middle-aged woman looking back. I’m ready to change that. I see plus-sized women all around me who are beautiful having a strong sense of classical fashion and I want in on it. I’ve always prided myself on being a Walmart girl and you know what? There’s nothing wrong with that when that’s all your budget allows. At this time of my life, I want a little more. I want to make quality purchases on quality clothing that will carry me into my grandma years. I want to be beautiful, and I want clothes that make me feel beautiful.
Take one Pinterest idea and make it a reality. While it’s fun to scroll through Pinterest and pin idea after idea, I find doing too much of it makes me restless. I want to be a doer, not just a pinner. I want to make my dreams a reality even if it is just something decorative to hang on a wall.
Well, the coffee pot is empty now as is my coffee mug. I hope you enjoyed this first gab session! Maybe you have a cool coffee recipe or a crochet pattern. Feel free to drop me a note and share anything that’s on your heart. Prayer requests included. I’m happy to be praying with you and for you for anything you may be believing God for.
Happy September!
Philippians 4:13 (NLT)
“For I can do everything through Christ, who gives me strength.”
Faith Love n Joy 