Pumpkins and Leaves

Fall is my favorite season. It has been for quite a few years, now. Often, I have more lucid dreams, and my writing improves... or at least becomes more abundant. The last couple of years, it's also signaled the end of a rough Summer. It's like a breath of fresh air.

Yesterday, My Grandma came over, as usual. I like the new Wednesday and Sunday thing we've been doing. Wednesdays, we go out to eat and get groceries or do some work around her house. Sundays, she comes over and we hang around here, mostly. Anyways, yesterday, Grandma watched the car race and helped me pick out what to plant on Farmville. Haha.

Then, my Mom, Grandma, and I went to a pumpkin festival. It was just a small local thing. It was sprinkling a little, so Grandma stayed in the car, and we brought her some hot apple cider and a gyro. I had some funnel cake, a delicious big cookie, and a snow cone in an awesome looking container. Haha. To be honest, I ate way too much yesterday. ~_~; Bad Valerie. We also bought Grandma a pot of lovely flowers, and I got a small pumpkin (it was the pumpkin festival, after all).

When we got home, we had a Skype session with John, Denise, and Ethan. I showed them the pumpkin we bought! <3 It made me feel so much better. The week seemed so long after they left. I missed them so much. I wish they were always around. *Sighs* But hey, at least we can talk online! I even tried reading a book to Ethan over Skype. He was a little too excited to sit still, but I found a few other books to try for next time.

I haven't done much writing the last few days. I'd like to get the last chapter of Three Days done this week, but I'm kind of stuck on it. :/ The other chapters were flowing much more easily. I guess I haven't actually tried pulling up the document and giving it a go, but I was bursting with ideas for the other two chapters before I even started them. Maybe I just have to wait to get struck with inspiration. I could work on my other Degrassi story in the meantime... ^_^;

I guess part of it might be the stress I have about going to my psychiatrist, tomorrow. ~_~; I'm going to have to reopen some wounds to tell him everything that's been going on the last few months. And we don't always get along. In the end, I'm sure going is for the best, but I'm still not looking forward to it. It's not likely to be a good day, tomorrow.