Sunday, September 30, 2007

October 1st: Enter Football Weather

Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too...
- Keats, "To Autumn"


Here in the Northeast, yesterday marked the beginning of (American) Football Weather atmospherically, and today marks the beginning of it symbolically.

October is one of Betty and Bimbo's most favorite months ever. Betty likes that the entire month has a clear trajectory, carrying us straight through to Halloween, with nothing boring to slow the fire-burnished trek. Like February and May, Betty and Bimbo consider October to be an "express month," connecting us to a new psychic place in the year, but still fun in its own right.

Betty also likes the pumpkin colors that the leaves and the early night sky announce like a preview of "Bimbo O'Lanterns" and the sugary candy that takes your senses temporarily away from the cold. Reese's peanut butter cups fulfill both of these duties simultaneously.

Bimbo likes the chill and the dark, the bustle, and the "sweet memory of autumn depression" that comes later.

Please submit your thoughts on the season. And break out those oversized sweaters. Ah, sweaters - like the aforementioned sugary candy - so comforting, so pleasurable, and yet sometimes just a little painful against the nerves!

2 comments:

Nancy D., Girl Detective said...

I love the idea of an express month! That is so true. I would also nominate November--you zip right through to Thanksgiving, where times slows down, and once you're out of that fog it's Christmas time! Which I think is even more fun for those of us who don't have an attachment to the holiday because we can enjoy the pure commercialized overload. Lights and candy and singing and toys!

Betty & Bimbo said...

Totally! I don't see how anyone can be offended by Christmas trees and malls playing cheezy Xmas Muzak and cotton ball Santas and green/red corn syrup confections. We should just declare it a universal holiday and have done with it. It's been clear for a long time that even American Christians cannot handle Christian holidays in all their spare rawness. When was the last time you got a donkey for a present?