What is it about fall that makes everything seem so much more... fresh and clean? This past summer was rough, and I'm not just talking about the weather. Sure, it was hot and dry but also so humid at times (the rain would just never come, though), and every time you walked outside you wished that you lived in a nudist colony because no matter how few clothes you were wearing you were still just a little too hot. But the summer was rough in other ways, too. Emotionally very difficult. We lost Wyatt, I lost my great-aunt Madeline, and my father brought out into the open some ghosts that I thought (and maybe we all thought) were hidden away from sight forever. And there was the same-old same-old about pursuing passions (or even having passions), the meaning of life, lamenting over the fact that there is not enough time in the day, and that even though you spend a huge amount of your time with your husband you still don't feel like you're really connecting with him because there is a large part of you that just does not have the energy to put into all the things that you're supposed to have the energy for, and something inevitably suffers, and sometimes that's your relationship with your significant other (does that happen to you, too?). In true Rosanne fashion, I didn't feel the real impact of all of this until well into August, and basically broke down halfway through. I became my friend the Zoloft egg. Classic depression. Sad, weighed down, lack of interest, fatigue, loneliness. All of it. Somehow, though, I got myself back on track, slowly but surely. Doug helped. Meg and Sasha helped. Homeopathy helped. Our therapist helped. Right now I'm doing much better. Much, much better, but am weary of another visit from the Zoloft egg. I bet I won't get a visit until late January, when I'm tired of winter and am ready to see some green grass and some daffodils. So I'll enjoy each of these bright days while I have them.
I guess it's appropriate, then, that, as I leave the sadness behind for a while, Doug and I take a little trip to regroup and refresh. We headed out to Cooperstown this past weekend for a nice weekend away. There's nothing to do there in Cooperstown, unless you count going to the one small art museum, the small-scale Sturbridge Village, and the Baseball Hall of Fame as things to do. Which I do, wholeheartedly, and these were the reasons why we went there (those and Ommegang), but so many people said to us, "You're going to Cooperstown? Why?", that we allowed ourselves to think that maybe we would be bored. But who can be bored when you have this around you?









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