Pumpkin Cream Scream!
God, it’s like this every year! The fall drinks are ALREADY gone from Starbs — my face fell as I looked at the red seasonal menus in line at my new Starbs, which does have a sunroom and that’s cool. I always do this! Things happen to me, and I happen to things, in fits and bursts like trying to absorb fall and writing this very thing. I actually meant to write this maybe a month or two ago, I meant to email you a month or two ago, but a burst is what it’ll have to be. Fall makes me crazy! I don’t think I was like this before moving to a place with a discernible autumnal season, and I think it’s because fall is back-to-school, fall is wealthy, fall is a low-toned outfit, fall is plans, fall smells good.
About a month ago, when I intended to publish this, I wrote the below digital sticky note while staring at the pumpkin decor at a new neighborhood coffee shop called “Hey, Monday!” To be in there felt like Target, and needless to say, quite nice. They had small pumpkins on the faux marble tables next to gold statues of a snouty dog. Anyhow! I decided to get out of the house (lol!) so I could write something, anything, and this is what it was, unedited:
I’m embarrassed that I’m showing you something where I used the phrase “prune the shrub” EVEN though that was a placeholder text for a better thought that never came. The lamp above me literally went out as I typed the last sentence. Also, I would correct myself — I think I do start a lot of things, but I don’t finish them and, in time, that will correct itself or it won’t! Who knows what that TK was going to be, or what the [few more thoughts] would have looked like, but reading back on this, I do laff.
Time for me to go on Facebook Marketplace!
