I love Fall. Cooler weather, colorful leaves, and the first fire in the fireplace all make me happy. One of my favorite fall rituals: local harvest festivals. I’m a sucker for bales of hay, tractor rides, and apple cider. Maybe it’s because I grew up in Florida where there are only two seasons: tourist and hurricane.
At a local fall festival last weekend I was searching through the pumpkin patch, looking for the ugliest pumpkin I could find. My gal pal Kathi laughed at this – “Why the ugliest?” she asked.
“Because no one else is going to take it home; I always look for the pumpkin that no one else will want.”
My brief pumpkin patch discussion with Kathi got me to thinking: is this a life theme for me? Should I be offering homage to St. Jude, the patron saint of lost causes? Survey says hmmm….
Based upon a little introspection, I do seem to have a tendency to cheer for the under-dog. Well unless it’s a Florida State sporting event – I ALWAYS root for the Noles; even this gal has her limits.
Here’s a little sampling from my somewhat surprising epiphany:
My dog. We adopted Taz from the shelter almost thirteen years ago. I’ve learned some wonderful lessons from this remarkable mutt. He’s still spry and happy – damn near got me killed last week trying to chase a fox! Love how he just stuck his tongue out at me for this photo…
We also this past year rescued a cat – Bonz – found on a winter night hiding under the car. This rescue gets credited to Hubby Greg because up until 12 months ago I was NOT a cat person. Now I’m writing this post with Bonz sitting on my lap…
My college days. While attending FSU I chose to be a little sister at the smallest fraternity on campus with the worst house but the best parties and the greatest guys – I even married one – a whole other story…
My career. As a criminal and juvenile justice public policy consultant I’ve been working to fight the good fight for over twenty-five years. There are so many aspects of criminal justice reform that I love: helping victims, funding delinquency prevention programs, and improving our educational and substance abuse prevention and rehabilitation programs.
My hobbies. I’m a bit of an estate sale junkie. I love to find something that is old, discarded, or forgotten and make it pretty again. Maybe I’m just thrifty; or frugal; or, OK, cheap. But how can you resist this chair that I dug out of a basement and gave a second chance?
Am I this way because I’m a Virgo? Do I possess some sort of subconscious need to fix everything?
Geez I hope not!
I’ve never thought of myself as a rescuer, but maybe I do like to take on a challenge – the thrill of victory against all odds. Now this I can certainly blame on my stubborn Irish ancestry, don’t you think?
What about you; do you always root for the under-dog? Are you a rescuer, a fixer, or a chaser of lost causes?
PS – A very Happy Birthday to my son Jimmy, who turns 23 this week. I love ya darlin’; thanks for making me smile every day.