What's in the Trunk of my Car and Other Smelly Things

Grab a coat, Matt Smith.

Fall is officially here. I drove back and forth across the PA Turnpike last week, watching the fall colors appear. Whoa. That makes me sound ridiculous, doesn't it? I did it for a reason -- work. I didn't drive back and forth just willy-nilly, looking at colors. That could get pricey on the Turnpike. But, at any rate, it's time for scary stuff, pumpkining, cider, sweaters, scarves, and jumping in large piles of dry leaves. (Just the dry ones. They crunch better.)

It's also past due for me to schedule my GRE test, and start on my grad school applications. The more I say it, the more I think it's going to happen. Going to grad school. Getting certified to teach theatre and all that good stuff. But the trouble is, I never seem to find time to get to all of that important stuff. I can talk a mile a minute about it when people ask me what I'm doing back in town, but I have nothing to show for it but half a dozen grad school applications in PDF files on my computer and a pile of NYU information in the trunk of my car. Maybe I'll get to it after Marty and Emma get married.

Marty and Emma get married in less than two weeks.

Which is truly bizarre.

I'm mildly ready for that. As in, I've reserved a cabin, and purchased a dress. I have yet to pay off the cabin rental, or purchase shoes, jewelry, and the like for the dress, but I'm looking forward to the mini-vacation that will be the end of October. In a way, I'm almost thankful that they're getting married in two weeks. I could use a break.

I wish I had more interesting things to report, more comical things to comment on, more phrases to end with a preposition. But alas, alack, Alan Thicke -- I do not. I would like to add that I like that old Gorton's fish commercial where there's this gargantuan fish sitting on a playground swing, and the lady moves her child away from it. You know the one... with the tag, "Uncomfortable around fish?" I love that. I wish it played still. Maybe it does and I just haven't seen it in a while. I don't know. But, a plea to Gorton's: bring back the giant fish on the swing set. Bring it back. Now.

Hats, gloves, and Jumanji,
Meredith