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welcome autumn to the swamplands. It seems as if when there’s a chill in the air and the wind blows the leaves around in big swirling tornado-spins in the middle of the street - -I yearn for a cup of coffee around 6:00 p.m. Now, this is a bad habit. Everyone will admit it, unless I drink tasteless-non-coffee decaf. Val bought a teakettle, a little electric one (very British, eh?) and a couple boxes of herbal tea. Not expensive stuff, she says we are not going to be “tea drinkers” in the new urban-pop sense. We are the common tea drinkers, I’m afraid. Celestial Seasons or Constant Comment (I think that’s the name, Val says she drank it when she was a kid) or store-brand in-a-bag tea people. Nice fruit or herbal teas we can steep in five minutes and enjoy. The taste of coffee is something we adore in this house, but the sleeplessness and anxiety at 1:00 a.m. is not going to happen.
Right in the midst of evening tea prep, I had a great idea. Everyone! Get some cocoa.
Oh and… Val asked me to tell Phoebe that it is “sweater dance” time. To the Prof I say, “It’s bonfire time!”
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Ahhhh, the First Sweater Dance of the Season. Oh, how we Southern ladies anticipate this ancient ritual all through the long hot seven months of eastern NC summer. It is a tradition steeped in mystery and lore, handed down from mother to daughter generation after generation. We are forbidden to reveal the details of this sacred rite under threat of dire penalty. Margaret Mitchell made the grave mistake of writing about it in “Gone with The Wind” and paid a high price for her foolishness. A prudent editor deleted the passage but it was that author’s first and last novel. She lived the rest of her days sweater-less and in enforced literary silence. Now I must dash and don my cashmere turtleneck with matching cardigan for the festivities.
For the first time in eight years I will be present for the “Sweater Dance” this year, I am also an avid fan of the “bonfire”…But that would serve to reason seeing as how the Prof is my progenitor. “Look what I have created…Fiiiiiiiire!”
BTW, looking forward to an afternoon in Little Washington with you guys, Phoebe and The Prof.
Davio
I look wistfully back at my Sweater Dance days. Now that I am living in Florida, I rarely need them. I help onto a few, out of pure devotion. Most of my sweaters were given to dear friends before I moved in 98. I had an enviable collection and was the go-to girl when someone wanted top borrow a cool sweater.
Man, I miss my collection.
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