One of the things I missed when we were living in San Francisco was the light moving through our house each day as it does in Fresno. Having only one room in San Francisco with a southeast exposure limited the amount of sunlight we got. Especially on cloudy and foggy mornings. Except for the cloudy and foggy days we have in Fresno, the sunlight comes into all the windows, and depending on the season, creates quite a light show.
In the mornings, it’s the living room, kitchen, and dining room. For a just a brief time, the sun is so far to the north that it shines into the computer room making it bright. Then in the afternoon, in the early spring and late fall, the sun slants into the family room and makes it glow. I sometimes think I’ve left a light on in the back bathroom when the sun hits that window and makes it light up during those seasons.
Today the sun was low and yet still bright, and I had been cleaning in the guest room so had left
the blinds open. As I passed by, this was what I saw:
The sun has begun to move back towards the south after rising so far north for many weeks in the summer.
It was 80 degrees in San Francisco today. Tied a record for high temperature. It’s already November. Time for frosts, rains, and wind. There was wind today. A warm, tropical breeze that gently rustled the leaves on Market Street as I walked downtown.
I didn’t get as far as I had planned as it was too warm at 11 a.m. and I was hot and sweaty. For you see, dear Reader, my hot weather clothes are all hanging in the closet in Fresno, the place for high temperatures. Here in San Francisco I have sweaters and jackets and heavy trousers to keep the chill away as I walk those streets like Market. My collection of scarves hangs here, to wrap around my neck and shoulders on cold mornings and even chillier afternoons when the sun has dipped below the tops of the tall buildings and the sidewalks are all in shade. What do I wear on such a warm day?
Getting home just before lunch, I changed into my capri jeans and a light tshirt. Perfect for around the apartment, with the window open, blowing a warm, soft breeze in from the bay. The only person I had to look good for was the maintenance man who was scheduled to fix my dishwasher. The warm weather must have done the trick on it for by the time he showed up, the water was willing to pump into the machine.
Although it gets dark too early, one would think it was still summer. I hold off turning on the lights until I am sitting in complete dark. I leave the window open until the breeze gets chilly and I am getting too many cooking odors from all the restaurants that are below me. I am enjoying these lingering warm days, so reminiscent of summer.
Or, I figure only readers of the female persuasion will be interested in purses.
Do you change your purse with the seasons? Or with each outfit? Or ever? I usually, when I was teaching, carried my purse all year because it was just too time-consuming to be changing. I carried so much stuff, both in the purse and in another large bag, that it was hard to find another purse to handle it all, and I knew where everything was, making my life easier.
In May I decided to change to this purse:
Black patent tote
It has pockets inside and outside with lots of room to throw papers and such. I knew it was perfect for the Microfinance Conference I was going to be attending in San Francisco since I was planning a wardrobe of black clothes. I just kept carrying it until after school was out, and it again worked well last week when we were in the Bay area, riding BART and CalTrain, to take care of our baby grand daughter. It’s so big I can throw all sorts of things into it.
After returning to Fresno, I wanted a lighter, smaller purse because I didn’t have as much to haul around and black didn’t seem quite right in the high temperatures back here in the San Joaquin Valley even if it is patent leather. So, I pulled this one out of the closet and have been using it this week:
Tell me what you are using for a purse this season.
My mother always used that expression when I tried to wear clothing that was definitely for the next season. I did that yesterday. After two glorious sun-filled days, I thought Saturday would be the same so I put on capri pants (still black, though) and my backless Cole Hahn mules. I was tired of wearing socks and boots. As a nod to the fact it’s still winter, I threw on a hoodie, just like my students wear.
The sun never came out and it stayed cool all day. Although warm in my own toasty little house, I froze everywhere else I went. By the end of the day, I was so cold that only a hot shower would warm me up. I learned my lesson: it’s still winter, dress like it.