What happened to Fall?

You hear a lot about climate change these days. Global warming, melting ice caps all kinds of weird stuff is happening to our weather. I don't really understand it and frankly I don't really think I believe it either - but one thing I am not to happy about is the disappearance of fall. We skipped it. We went from 90 to snow. No cool crisp autumn days just the biting cold of winter. There were a few days this summer when it felt like there might be something to this global warming thing but the last year or two it seems like winter comes early stays late and hits with a vengeance. Almost like the earth is trying to prove it is not heating up. I couldn't believe it snowed in September. I think snow is a wonderful beautiful thing on Thanksgiving Day and the week before and after Christmas. That is it. The normal blanket of snow that arrives in November and stays until April is more than enough agony for me to endure. A snowy September is going to push me over the edge. Maybe that is why it didn't stick. Just one awful day of bitter cold with thick icy snowish rain falling all day long. That one day was enough.

The bitter cold, icy wind and wet dirty snow of winter really does depress me. It was more than hard to see it arrive so soon this year. Some women go shopping when depressed - some women eat. I do both. I ate all the rest of rice crispy ice cream bars that were in my freezer. Those things are sooo good. And then since I didn't want to get wet on my way to the store I logged in and started shopping online. I bought just what I needed to lift my spirits and give myself the strength to endure another winter. A vacation, an escape from this dark frozen nightmare I live through 6 months a year. Tickets to the Caribbean.

I actually didn't have to buy mine I had thought ahead and applied for a travel rewards credit card and racked up enough frequent flier miles to get a free ticket. I got in last year just for this purpose. I suggested Rick get one too. He didn't do it. I told him he would be sorry when I was laying on a beautiful beach in St. Thomas and he was trudging through the snow and bitter wind to scrap off his windshield before braving the icing roads to get to work. I guess he really lucked out this time. The snow in September depressed me enough that I need to buy something and since I didn't have to buy myself a ticket I bought one for him.

So now we are both going. I have mixed feeling about this. On one hand I wouldn't have much fun snorkeling by myself. Going skinny dipping with out him wouldn't be quite the same. I'm too scared to drive over there so I would have to take the taxi and that is a bit scary too. He always makes everything more enjoyable. He is my best friend and I would rather be with him than anyone else, I really do need him to be with me in able to enjoy the trip. But then I don't' get the sweet satisfaction that comes from being right. He didn't plan ahead, prepare and make sacrifices. So he shouldn't get the reward - right. Something in me wants to point my finger at him like an Ice Age dodo bird and squawk. "If you weren't smart enough to plan ahead then DOOM ON YOU!" I told him he wouldn't get to go and yet he does. It may not be fair but I really want him to come - so he get too. I am guessing this means he will never see the benefit to frequent flier credit cards.