Been a few weeks since the last update. Lots of change in the air.

It’s fall for one. Squirrels are scurrying about picking up acorns and storing them in places they won’t remember. Sadly, some have died for their cause – victims of the good old American rubber tire and road. The number of squirrels flattened on the roads is astounding – even to a roadkill lover like myself.

Leaves are beginning to change their colors and begin their annual trek back to earth, where they are raked up on weekends to decompose with their friends. (And who doesn’t like decomposing with friends!) When a breeze picks up along the side of our house the rattle of dry leaves reverberates between our house and our neighbor’s lousy excuse for a fence. I’m looking forward to another few weeks when bright purples and yellows and reds color the hillsides and mountaintops. Last year’s fall colors were breathtaking and reminded me how much I missed the seasons after being stuck with ten years of summer in South Florida.

The air has changed too. The heavy blanket of humidity is no longer – having been replaced with light and refreshing morning chills. Great stuff.

I got a new job too. It’s with a local company that is fast establishing an international presence. The situation looks promising and the owners seem like great people. I got a great natural vibe from them and am pretty confident my perception is correct. I like applying for and getting jobs where I don’t have to polish up my resume or make myself sound better than I am, or bullshit my way through inane questions. With this it could be said I am custom made for it. I am going to kick some serious ass (and I won’t even bother taking names!).

Sarah Kate is going on a field trip today to mine for minerals and precious gems. She was so excited this morning she couldn’t even eat her breakfast. She is obsessed with geology, archeology, math and science. We’ll see if it holds as she gets older, as I know it’s a challenge for girls in the math and sciences as they enter the teen years (only four years away!). That would be great if it did though.

My Grandpa and Grandpa Maynard came through town on a cross country road trip. We took them out to eat at Early Girl, showed them the way to Biltmore Estate – which they toured. I brought them up on the Blue Ridge Parkway and even took them on a little hike to Skinny Dip Falls. I received some great insight from the both of them regarding the ridiculous behavior of some of my relatives who are in a cult and treat me, Amanda and the girls like we’re dead because we left awhile ago.

Both of my Grandparents are definitely heroes in my eyes, and they have the cult’s number all right. They’re not fooled one bit.

There’s lots of other change on the horizon too. Sometimes it’s exciting, and sometimes it’s not. But it is change nonetheless. I suppose we can run from change or make it our bitch.

I’m going with the latter.