The Color of Summer

While my husband boldly marches into autumn (championing our children off to school and eager to race his combine through the fields), it seems I'm desperately clutching to summer as its last days slip away too quickly. My coping strategy? Yellow. And orange. I've had this incredible yearning to paint like a …painting guy.

Alex’s bathroom now has yellow and orange shapes in her room of reflection (aka, her bathroom). And those terrifying roosters that I fell in love with merely six years ago? The ones that covered the soffit in the kitchen? GONE! Now the cocks have been steadfastly covered by the color known as “stained glass sun.” It's yellow. Sure, it’s a bit monotonous now, but wait til I get the courage to crack a nail in the wall and add some art. Or something that looks like art for the low, low price of $5 or less. Just don't let me buy anything with a rooster.

Alex's Powder Room

 Now, I’m not terribly superstitious, (Wait! Yes I am! ), guess what came popping out of one of my seemingly barren flower pots this past week? Orange and yellow flowers. Sorry, can't tell you the genus or species. But they were real pretty.

And speaking of yellow and orange...Look at my kids' hair! No wonder I love those colors...(You have to look for the strip of orange in Alex's hair.)

 Blogging has been a bit on hiatus. Been watching old 30 Rock episodes with the hopes of enhancing my writing skills. I hope to come back strong in a few weeks…I've actually been writing episodes in my mind. When I was young, I wrote to the Love Boat with hopes of getting on the show. I didn't make it, but received an awfully nice response.  So now I've been considering sending an episode idea to Tina Fey at 30 Rock. Wonder where that will get me.

YELLOW

Yellow. Look outside, what do you see? Yellow. I love yellow, but it's starting to depress me. Yellow grass. Yellow fields. Yellow weeds in ditches. Yellow sunflowers.

I went into my closet and what did I see? Yellow. I keep buying yellow shirts. I just bought a yellow (mustard really) purse. I even noticed a pair of yellow shoes on my shoe rack today. What does yellow signify? I looked up "yellow" in my handy resource tool, Wikipedia, and found out that

"Yellow echoes the dual nature of red. Though yellow evokes feelings of happiness, when we are confronted with too much yellow we become annoyed or angered. Yellow typically symbolizes sunlight, joy, happiness, earth, optimism, intelligence, idealism, wealth (gold), summer, hope, air, liberalism..." eventually these words turned into "cowardice, dishonestly, yada yada yada..."

So perhaps I'm suffering from just a bit of yellow overload and need a break...but wait not yet...the Hawks only lead by 14 to 3 at halftime...I think I can handle the color for a teensie bit longer.

Speaking of yellow. And ugly. Have I ever shared a glimpse of our long-tongued transient tomcat we call Shrek? He's a beaut. And if I had any doubt about being a cat whisperer, he's my proof. I've got the feral monster eating out of my hand. Literally.