Oh, Hey, It's October!

So August and September just kinda swamped me and I did a lot of faking-it and just-getting-by, but we've had a lovely cool spell this week and even some rain the last 48 hours that has snapped me to attention. 


I love Fall. Or Autumn. Or OctoberNovemberDecember.


Baked potatoes. Soup and bread. Hmmm. We had both last week and I'm pretty sure it's soup for dinner tonight when I finish this post in a few minutes.


But I won't be warming it in the microwave. 


Until tomorrow or the next day.


See, this crappy lovely rental house doesn't come with a microwave, so I've learned to warm things in a pan on the stove or in aluminum foil in the oven. 


Until tomorrow or the next day.


Because we bought a gently-used microwave oven.


It happens to come with a house attached. 


And we begin moving in to our microwave-with-house-attached tomorrow or the next day!


Last night Bob and Jenny, who have lived in the house for it's entire life, treated us to a delightful dinner at the best Mexican place in town. They were tired and sore from so much packing and moving. I guess it's our turn next. We all had a grand time teasing Marcos (our server) and swapping little life stories. 


Later Mr. Last and I turned on and off all the lights in the empty house and sat on all the benches in the back park. It's really not a yard because Jenny has brown knees and she created a lovely park that fills my soul with peace. One bench is strategically placed to watch the Western sky and the sunset. We lingered there for a few minutes then moved to another and admired the rising moon casting its glow on the clouds in the darkening Southern sky. Of course the moon made me cry because I think Daddy would have appreciated the view and the peace in my back park, too.


I know Number One Grand Son appreciates the features on the opposite side of the lot because he called and told me so. He said, "Oma! I'm excited about the dirt track in your back yard!" 


Can't wait for dirt track races, and lizard-hunting, and frog-catching, and bird-watching, and running through the sprinklers, and picnics and tea parties in the park with all the Grands.


But right now it's time for soup.