November: It's fall?

How very confusing.

I've always known fall to come with a vengeance, chilly nights and constant frost threats for my homely tomato plants. My, what a mindfuck Hawaii fall is. Instead of a brief intermission in between set-changes on stage, the show of nature gradually sighs in Hawaii, rustling a few leaves loose if you really look hard. For the most part, the waves get bigger, the tradewinds gusts howl harder, and the nights drop by 10 degrees. Other than that, it's summer. Really. Instead of having to lug rubbermaid bins back and forth from my attic to adapt to the climatic shifts, I will simply reach to the top shelf and dust off my blue jeans. I'm still wearing flip-flops. People don't wear shoes here unless it's work-mandatory. Really. Socks are a strange sight, indeed... which is super disturbing considering my sock collection from 3 years of derby. I still wear them at some practices, but have little opportunity outside of that. Probably didn't need to pack 50 pair. Speaking of things I should or shouldn't have packed, I've really been wanting my sweatpants. Yes... it gets a little chilly in the mountains at night. Somehow it just didn't cross my mind that I might want them back in August... weird.
Other than the season changing, everything in my personal life has remained peculiarly constant. Nothing new and exciting to say. Same slow progress at work, same strange landlady (though she has officially bought her flight to move in December), and still the same single girl in a sea of lesbian rollergirls and married couples. Nights can get lonely, mud masks are losing their charm, and date nights with my married roommates leave me feeling pretty.. alone.
I go to the beach when I can and hang out with my VISTA crew here and there. Three of the guys and myself are staying back for Thanksgiving and having our very own food stamp feast. I'm making the turkey and gravy along with homemade cranberry sauce, and the guys have their assignments. I've suggested a regional element of bringing a dish native to their own tables. Lefse? I'm thinking that should be mine. How very strange and foreign to the Cali, New England, and Georgia boys. Yeah. Lefse.

ps. Oscar is clear to come over mid-December!! More details soon. Aw. My boy.