Dark Side: Knocked Off the Unicorn
Summer is waning.
I can smell it in the crisp morning air, when I let my pups out. I can hear it in the afternoons, when the dog day cicadas drone on and on, signaling the end of the season. Mostly, though, I can feel it in the evenings, when the heat gives way to a smoky chill. There are more obvious signs, of course, like golden school buses on the streets and pumpkin spice lattes in the coffee shops. But I prefer the subtle changes of Mother Nature over society's calendar. The Earth is very good about letting us know what lies ahead.
Am I excited for autumn? Yes, and in more ways than one. I'm anticipating all the usual things...cooler weather, hoodies, carving pumpkins. Love that stuff! A bigger change is on the horizon, though, and that's got me more excited than anything: my special-needs son will be moving into a group home in less than two weeks.
This is huge, guys. Many of you know that I've been looking for a good place for my boy, and now, we have one. He'll be living in a beautiful, spacious house with other boys his age and a great staff of people who will help him become as happy and independent as he can be.
Posts
