Sunday, October 10, 2010

Slipper Envy

It's chilly here in the woods this morning and I am wishing that I could find my slipper. Not slippers, but slipper. I have one of them but the other has  gone missing. After having looked everywhere, I can only think that my woolly, warm slipper has headed down to Florida or someplace balmy and tropical. So I sit here with one foot toasty and the other well, not. The water bubbling in the fountain outside is a lovely summer-y sound, one that I know will not last for long. The fountain will be dismantled and put in the shed and my illusion of living beside a babbling brook will disappear.  I can hear the  through the closed windows the singing of the Carolina Wren, my favorite bird. They stay around all winter and carry on loud conversations that I love, but they make me long for spring. I have turned the door to their house upside down and filled it with laundry lint so at least their feet will be warm in a cozy little shelter.

A crow is cawing out in the white pine, a call that always, like the fragrance of honeysuckle, pulls me away from Pennsylvania to Cape Cod, where a large part of my heart resides. I am feeling restless. The change in seasons always brings on a desire for something I can't define. A change of residence? A different profession? A new boyfriend? A different life? A new hair-do? I don't know. I do love my home and my boyfriend, being a chef is usually fun, my life is not that bad.... and my hair? Well maybe I can do something about that. I had decided that I was going to grow it long and be one of those really cool old ladies with a braid down to her butt. But... my unruly mop has been a pain to manage and my innate laziness has taken over  Ponytail anyone? The last time I attempted to cut my own hair ended with a frantic call to my hair dresser/friend. It took some fancy scissor work to remedy my self-inflicted mullet. She begged me to please, please call her next time I got the urge to pull my all of my hair to the top of my head and cut.

Maybe I can just follow my slipper to parts unknown....