This is my favorite time of year. I love everything about it- the colors, apple cider, sweatshirts, marching bands and college football. When I was in high school, my life revolved around band (which was a round year event; i.e. marching, symphonic and pep bands) and football season was the best. We worked like dogs all week to go out and perform and new show every Friday night (4 new routines and no music on stupid little stands attached to an instrument!!) We'd never get home before midnite on Fridays and it would take hours to wind down to sleep. Every Saturday morning was cleaning day, but even on minimal sleep, we would get everything done by noon, so we wouldn't miss kickoff of the Spartan game. (Either on tv or radio).
Today was a good day that reminded me of those "good old days". After Rachel's dance class and grocery shopping, we stopped by a farmer's stand to get fresh corn-on-the -cob and some apples. (They had cider, but it wasn't Uncle John's cider and I'm a "purist" when it comes to cider!) The weather was a tad warmer than I like, but not bad. The colors are just starting to turn and they are beautiful! We got home in time for the MSU-Notre Dame game and enjoyed it to the very end!
I really needed this day to be good. Yesterday, I got news from my doctor that I was hoping I wouldn't hear. He said that the neuropathy is getting worse and that I'm doing everything right. It just doesn't seem fair that if I'm following the "rules of the game", I get screwed anyways. I hate this disease. I hate the fact that almost my whole family has it and I can't do a blessed thing about it and I can't help them any more than I can help myself. I hate not knowing if I passed this on.
Well, I won't think about that anymore right now. In the words of my favorite movie: "...I'll think about that tomorrow. After all, tomorrow is another day!"