How are we going to get through this season? Will schools close again? Will the employment rate go up soon? Will I unknowingly give a sweet elderly person COVID-19? Who will be the next president of the US? And since when was the beginning of September so cold? I have no answers to my many anxiety induced questions. What can I say, I think we can all agree that things have gotten a bit tipsy turvy in 2020.

Therefore, I went a little tipsy turvy myself and looked to my past self to seek a little wisdom. A blog I had written in the fall of last year recalled to me a time when unknowns did not govern my every thought. Turns out, I very much needed 2019 me. 2019 me was very calm and helpful. And so it is with frayed hair and my 3^rd large coffee of the day that I offer you “Canned Peaches”, a remembrance of days when predictability was a thing and I had the brain space to serenely ponder and make lovely descriptions. Grab a blanket, snuggle up to your hot beverage and enjoy a 2019 reflection on the graces of Autumn...

I’ve worn eyeglasses since the fourth grade, when my teacher observed that I couldn’t read what was written on the chalkboard. Over the nearly half-century since, I’ve lost track of the number of pairs of glasses that I’ve worn. Their history has followed the dictates of fashion and function through the ‘70s, ‘80s and ‘90s and into the current millennium. There have been metal frames and plastic ones; square frames and round ones; large, small, gold, silver, blue, grey, brown and black ones. At various times I’ve sported both clear lenses and tinted lenses.