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edenfallingThe Apple Harvest Festival has been and gone. I am trying to remember the next big thing that will take over the Commons, and memory is failing me. The ice sculptures and Santa rappelling down the facade of the Center Ithaca building won't be until December. The chili cookoff is in February. I can't remember if there's anything planned for Thanksgiving -- this, I suppose, is what I get for always running away to NJ for that holiday.
Well, this year I will be in Ithaca for Thanksgiving, so if anything interesting happens, I will be sure to make a note. :-)
Anyway, from my perspective the most notable thing about this year's Apple Harvest Festival (aside from the absence of a Ferris wheel) was the way the funnel cake gave both me and MS gastrointestinal difficulties Sunday night. I don't honestly care -- I eat funnel cake so rarely and it was so delicious that I am willing to consider the diarrhea just part of the price. If I were eating funnel cake every day, I would of course have a different opinion, but it's a once-a-year treat for me, so whatever.
Moving on! Today was cold and rainy, and RE was out sick with something vaguely flu-like. Having learned from last time, he contacted us Sunday night instead of waiting to spring it on JM as she opened Monday morning. This meant MS and I had to do some scrambling Sunday night to sort out today's schedule -- it was PM's day off today, and we didn't want to bother her or call her in -- but despite his girlfriend's medical troubles, BW was able to come in at 9am rather than 11am, and MS came in at 11am rather than noon, so we were covered. Hopefully RE will be recovered by Wednesday or Thursday, whenever he's next scheduled to work.
The temperature is supposed to hover in the low to mid 50s all week: proper fall weather, though hopefully it will get sunny instead of raining interminably. We are not into the full display of turning leaves, but several trees are going gold and red, in a rather piecemeal fashion, and we're starting to get dead leaves tracked into the store.
There are other signs of the changing seasons as well. For example, on Sunday night, the skin at the tip of my right thumb split open because it was too dry to hold together -- and my hands were equally dry today, endless drizzle notwithstanding. Summer humidity is clearly over. Consequently, tonight I set up my drying rack, soaked my two misfit towels, and got my little evaporation-powered humidifier going. I also hauled the giant pot out of the cupboard, filled it with water, and set it on the stove where it will help keep my kitchen from turning bone-dry.
I am much more okay with cold than with heat. My main complaint against winter (because I cordially hate each season in its turn) is about humidity, not temperature. Winter is a constant misery of vaseline and bandaids as I fight a losing battle to keep my skin from cracking open like sun-dried mud.
Which reminds me that we need a new box of bandaids for the first aid kit at the smoke shop, as our current one is nearly empty. I must add that to my grocery list. (I tend to just buy them as part of my own shopping, since I'm the one who uses over 80% of them anyway.)
Well, this year I will be in Ithaca for Thanksgiving, so if anything interesting happens, I will be sure to make a note. :-)
Anyway, from my perspective the most notable thing about this year's Apple Harvest Festival (aside from the absence of a Ferris wheel) was the way the funnel cake gave both me and MS gastrointestinal difficulties Sunday night. I don't honestly care -- I eat funnel cake so rarely and it was so delicious that I am willing to consider the diarrhea just part of the price. If I were eating funnel cake every day, I would of course have a different opinion, but it's a once-a-year treat for me, so whatever.
Moving on! Today was cold and rainy, and RE was out sick with something vaguely flu-like. Having learned from last time, he contacted us Sunday night instead of waiting to spring it on JM as she opened Monday morning. This meant MS and I had to do some scrambling Sunday night to sort out today's schedule -- it was PM's day off today, and we didn't want to bother her or call her in -- but despite his girlfriend's medical troubles, BW was able to come in at 9am rather than 11am, and MS came in at 11am rather than noon, so we were covered. Hopefully RE will be recovered by Wednesday or Thursday, whenever he's next scheduled to work.
The temperature is supposed to hover in the low to mid 50s all week: proper fall weather, though hopefully it will get sunny instead of raining interminably. We are not into the full display of turning leaves, but several trees are going gold and red, in a rather piecemeal fashion, and we're starting to get dead leaves tracked into the store.
There are other signs of the changing seasons as well. For example, on Sunday night, the skin at the tip of my right thumb split open because it was too dry to hold together -- and my hands were equally dry today, endless drizzle notwithstanding. Summer humidity is clearly over. Consequently, tonight I set up my drying rack, soaked my two misfit towels, and got my little evaporation-powered humidifier going. I also hauled the giant pot out of the cupboard, filled it with water, and set it on the stove where it will help keep my kitchen from turning bone-dry.
I am much more okay with cold than with heat. My main complaint against winter (because I cordially hate each season in its turn) is about humidity, not temperature. Winter is a constant misery of vaseline and bandaids as I fight a losing battle to keep my skin from cracking open like sun-dried mud.
Which reminds me that we need a new box of bandaids for the first aid kit at the smoke shop, as our current one is nearly empty. I must add that to my grocery list. (I tend to just buy them as part of my own shopping, since I'm the one who uses over 80% of them anyway.)
