Over the weekend the whole neighborhood dutifully raked their leaves to the curb in anticipation of the yearly Great Leaf Pickup. It's really cool (although really, is it necessary?) -- crews come through the streets with all this equipment and clear up all the leaves and everything looks all nice. I can't help but notice though that only half the leaves have fallen so far. And I can report with confidence that they do not come back through after the designated week because of the year that we misinterpreted the schedule and missed the pickup and our leaves sat sadly waiting to be picked up for months.
One year in college I was visiting Aaron during the magical weekend where daylight savings ends. We had a lazy morning and spent that Sunday cruising around Red Hook (not the Brooklyn one), not really paying attention to the time. We wanted to do a few things that day, I don't even remember what anymore, but there were two or three places that would have been closed when we got there but for that extra hour. We were, there is no other word for it, giddy for having taken full advantage of the time. Every year it's still one of our favorite days.
You may have noticed in the sidebar that Aaron is still in the survivor football pool. This game has become a staple of fall for us (just for fun! and monopoly money! betting on sports is illegal!) the past few years, which is strange because I hate football and want nothing to do with it. Yet every Sunday we get all excited about the big game. Luckily we can just watch the numbers change on the computer and don't have to see any of the actual boring football being played.
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