Okay, so the tax stuff was worked out in the end--a combination of software glitches, personnel issues in the accountant's office, people ending up in the hospital, and all that fun stuff--so Mojo can get back to what's REALLY important with her life, which, naturally, involves a great deal of petty complaining.
Mojo's Favorite Husband was away for most of last week, and Mojo had planned to spend her time alone in a contemplative, productive stupor of getting done all the things she should be getting done if it weren't for her Favorite Husband saying things like, "Do you want to clean the house or go to the movies?" Clearly the man knows Mojo's many weaknesses.
So I was up at three yesterday, doin' Important Stuff, and when I got back home in the early afternoon instead of taking a nap--which is what Mojo felt like doing, quite desperately--I instead decided to take a quick hike to my spot, since it looked and felt like one of the best last days of autumn. The lake gets REALLY COLD and windy once it freezes over, and the snow gets knee- and waist-deep, and a casual hike turns into some sort of endurance death march instead of a lazy stroll. And when you reach the lake, instead of "ahhh, here I am at the lake" you are instead sliced to ribbons by this freezing, freezing biting wind coming off the ice. So I tend to only hike down there in the winter when my Favorite Husband FORCES ME TO.
But for your continuing envy and edification, I took my cell phone with me, so in addition to fielding a call from my Favorite Older Sister I was able to document autumn's last gasp in Mojo's neck of the woods.
Went outside to bring in more wood for the stove, and found myself in the silent magic of an early-season snow squall.
I wonder what it is about the first snow? I guess it's the note of quiet finality that comes as the first flakes hit the ground, even as they instantly melt back to oblivion. As much as Mojo might not wish it--she is a fan of fall, which thus far has been WAY too short, after a very cold, rainy summer no less--the earth is doing what the earth will do, regardless of Mojo's wishes. Imagine that.