Sometimes you have one of those wild warm weekends where Summer decides that she can’t go away just yet and she fights away still-weak autumn to reign once more over your day. They leaves are still changing colors, they days are still shorter, and you crave pumpkin anything with all your soul. But suddenly it’s almost 90 out, and you are sweating and digging those shorts back out of the dark recesses of the closet where you shoved them a couple weeks ago.  You hate this Augustober, just a little, because you are so ready for fall to come and stay. But you also have to love it, just a little, because Summer tasted so sweet and now you get just one last sip.

On Friday night we stayed in for our weekly family dinner with my brother, lit the candles that smell like fall, and cooked up as much of  our CSA box that we could get in one meal. Did you know you can roast radishes? You can. They’re not really very good, but totally roastable. It was one of those weeks that just wouldn’t end and was threatening to spill into Saturday and so I chopped up as many vegetables as possible. It doesn’t make sense, I know, but the rhythmic chopping of so much nutritional value soothes me, restores some sense of order in my soul and body.

Which is a good thing to have restored, because we started Saturday with brunch at Golden Brown Delicious, and our table was covered in donuts, mac n’ cheese, fried chicken, AND waffles. This city… it’s out of control. We hugged Susannah and Josue goodbye at the end with the strange realization that next time we see them — sometime this week — they will have a baby in their arms, not just their hearts.

Saturday day morning James and I headed north to Pittsburgh to cheer on the Pirates at the first home postseason playoff game. I had planned so many other things for Sunday, but when he had an extra ticket at the last minute, I decided to drop it all and spend the day with him. The political uncertainty that for many of you is an annoyance on the news or a casual frustration is for us a daily thing that means that James gets home late, gets up early, and we are constantly checking headlines and reading stories. By the end of the week, I missed him. We spent 8 hours in the car yesterday just to yell ourselves hoarse in an endless sea of black and gold. But I got to hold his hand as we walked through the crowd and listen to podcasts together in the car and marvel at the changing leaves and split Taco Bell. Oh, and the Pirates won so I got to see my husband end his week with a solid win.

There’s also what you don’t see on this blog — or any blog — the story of life that the internet rarely tells. This weekend I marathoned late into Friday and Saturday nights to get ahead before some busy weeks. I did laundry, cleaned our apartment and made grocery lists. I did all those little unseen things that matter.

Today it is grey and rainy and I can’t say that I’m said. I’m ready for scarves and soup and crisp days that smell like bonfires. I think that Fall might just win this week.

Anyone else have a little Augustober last weekend?