2025 Life Logs, Day 244: My Favorite Month
Date: Monday, September 1, 2025
Weather: Sunny; High Temp 72, Low 56 degrees F
Location: At Home on Lakeview Avenue with My Shadow, Falmouth, MA
I know it makes no sense that my favorite season of the year is summer. I love warm, sunny days of summer. But my favorite month of the year is September. As a child, I loved the beginning of school on the day after Labor Day … but don’t tell my grandchildren that. That love of the first day of school followed me into adulthood when I became a teacher and found the first day of school each year to be the beginning of a wonderful adventure with a new group of students. When I was in junior high school, I loved the fall nighttime football games with just a bit of chill in the air. And I loved, and still love, the beauty of the changing colors of fall leaves. “The falling leaves drift by the window. The autumn leaves of red and gold.” As a child, I would find pieces of colorful material and wave them in the air as I danced to that song first made popular in 1945 before I was born. As I grew into an adult, I celebrated September by having both of my children in that month. It was always a happy month for me. Then in 2016, Mark died on September 11. That could have taken away my love for September, but I did not let that happen. Every September 11, I celebrate his life and the wonderful life we had together, making September a time of remembering, a time of contemplation on what comes next in my life. Welcome September!
This afternoon we had a Workers Over Billionaires Labor Day rally on the Green. It was well attended, and the speakers were good. I was so happy, but surprised, to see Heather there. The weather was overcast, and they decided not to go sailing but to just hang out on the boat. That allowed her the time to come in to check out the rally on the Green. I drove to the Green with friends Jane Woodin and Joanie Thompson. I caught of photo fo Jane holding my favorite sign–Democracy Requires Our Participation. Join Us.
Then tonight I fixed dinner and delivered it to the Goldstone’s. It was our annual dinner on the night before the first day of school. But school started today for Sam in Groningen. I sent him a text this morning wishing him a good first day of classes. He texted back that his first class was in 45 minutes. I hope he had a good day, but I found out from Heather tonight that he has come down with a fever and sore throat like so many of the other students in his housing unit. Hopefully it is not Covid, but just a common cold.
