It’s definitely autumn in New York again as the temperatures have started dipping into sweater weather. I almost wore a coat but I’m glad I didn’t put one on, because we’re still on the cusp of saying goodbye to summer and embracing the next season of fall.
What’s more, September is quickly slipping by. I was just writing about greeting the “ber” months, and here we go with saying goodbye to the first of the series. Having come from a country whose seasons are divided into “wet” and “dry”, the so-called “ber” months (months ending in September) are supposed to signal the start of the colder season which isn’t really cold — just cooler. It’s also the start of the holiday season which, in Manila, is basically Christmas for everyone.
Here in New York, September essentially signals the start of what is actually the last full season of the year: autumn or fall. Although some people would argue that spring is the most spectacular season visually, I beg to disagree and vote for fall as the most dramatic of all. It’s the time when Mother Nature puts on a very dramatic display of changing colors that can flit from one color to the next from day to day. Before you know it, the trees are bare and winter is here.
School has also started. I’m trying hard to train my new middle schooler to work on his homework more diligently and in a more organized fashion. As a working mom, it’s hard for me to try and do this from the moment he comes home to the time I walk in the door. We had gotten into the habit of him calling me when he walks into the house — and for a time we did homework partly by phone. As an 11 year old now, I’m trying to train him to do his homework on his own, with me chiming in for the more complicated tasks.
I guess he is still hung over from summer. The volume and quality of the homework is also something he is still getting used to. Still, we have a lot he and I have to get used to from this point forward, not just because he’s advancing in school but because life, in general, is giving us more to handle.
I am trying to get my bearing straight again — and while I have made a lot of progress, I am far from getting there. There are days when I try to tell myself I’m functioning, I’m able to get up in the morning and go to work and go through the day and go back home and be a mom. And yet I often find myself feeling like I’m functioning at less than half my usual self.
I have at least two questions posed to me at pinaynewyorker @ gmail dot com that needs answering, and yes, I have not forgotten. I have several projects in the works, but the only one which has really seen any progress is the afghan I’m crochetting for my new-mom friend, Laine Laine.
Over the weekend, I continued to clean out my closet, sorting out the bigger sizes. There were several pieces I hadn’t even worn from last year, mostly because I needed to work on the pants’ cuffs, and while I thought I could make them work with a belt now that I’m almost two sizes smaller, they would’ve been too obvious as being a bigger size and not flattering to wear at all. So off they went to the “to give away” bin. I already organized my cardigans, sweaters and scarves. At least I am making progress in letting go of the things I hope I will NEVER have to wear again. Those pieces that I had a hard time parting with were easier to throw away after I put them on and saw for myself how much bigger they were now that I have lost some weight. Someone else back home can make better use of them for sure.
I was going to write about “letting go” in a different sense, but that’s another blog post altogether. Inspiration from one of my journal entries as I wrote one this afternoon after a long lull. I didn’t mean to pause in the blogging this long. I thought I was doing good — but the nine days that lapsed between this and the previous post leaves much to be desired. I have to remind myself I’ve been trying. And I WILL keep trying.