The Great Baldini

It's fall (autumn, if you prefer)... and I almost missed it. Yes, I've been busy, but I hate to think I might have missed my favorite season, just by being distracted and oblivious.

It's always a relief to me when the withering, blistering heat of summer finally begins to fade and is replaced by the coolness of fall. Fresh air! Open the windows again, at least during the day. Enjoy the crispness of seasonal apples. Get out your favorite sweaters. It's the only time I appreciate the strange combination of orange and blue: the bright maple trees against a clear, sunny sky.

Is there any one thing about fall you love? Football? Halloween? Pumpkin pie?

I'm going to have to get a few more hats; I can already tell that these bandannas are not going to keep my head warm enough. I have to figure out, though, how to take a hat off while keeping a bandanna on. When I am uncovered (as I usually am at home) a glance in the mirror, or even a reflection in a window, really startles me. I am still not used to my big old bald head.

My stubble continues to fall out, so it's going to be a long time before I grow enough hair to cover it. I've decided that weird bald lady in the mirror is just a crazy interloper who's crashing here for awhile: the Great Baldini! Thank goodness Portitia is gone; the Great Baldini would have kicked her ass.