October is almost here and it is a busy month for Georgia Janet! It starts off with a special day - my birthday is October 1. Happy Birthday to me! How old am I? Old enough to know better but young enough to still do whatever it is! Check out one of my boards on Pinterest for some aging funnies. Getting Old? NOT!!!

Mr. GeorgiaJanet, my wonderful husband, has his birthday on October 9th, and our one and only Grandson has his on October 25th. Not commenting on hubby's age but grandson will be that magical age of five years old.

The really big event for October is the 5th annual Jay Chapman Memorial Golf Tournament. to learn more, participate, or make a donation see 5th Annual Jay Chapman Memorial Golf Tournament. Last year we raised over $8,000 for education scholarships and and Shriner's Hospitals.

Also excited to share that I am getting good feedback from a possible agent for my May manuscript and I am working on something new about overcoming indoctrinated racial prejudices as a white Southerner through the grace of Jesus Christ - in whom there is no black or white, OR  red or yellow for that matter! 

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Hi friends. There's just something about this time of year. The first few renegade leaves drift into the pool. No! My brain screams. I don't want summer to end! Is it knowing that the days will be shorter, the temperature cooler, the light different? Is it a long gone feeling from childhood that barefoot freedom is about to turn to feet clad in shoes and socks? I don't know, but a small sadness creeps up on me as the 90 degree days turn into 80 degree days, then 50 degree nights, then suddenly, it not just cool and crisp and refreshing, it's downright cccoooollllddddd! Yes, 50 degrees feels cold in Georgia! 

Fall has it pleasantries. The color, for one. The smell of burning leaves. The color. The high school football games. The color. The trick-or-treaters. The color. And oh, did I mention the color? But even that color is no match for the riot of flower colors in the summer, the taste of a home-grown tomato sandwich, the warmth of sun rays on bare skin, the crashing of ocean waves, the peaceful floating, alone and silent, in the backyard pool. Alas, summer's sensuality cannot be matched. 

Maybe the sadness harkens back to the fall excursions to “see the leaves” that used to seem so obligatory. I will never forget my mother saying, every year until the infamous year 2000, “We need to go see the leaves. It may be my last time.”  Indeed, 1999 was her last fall and last trip to “see the leaves.” Perhaps that is why I don’t especially care for an annual fall trip to see the leaves. Yes, the color is beautiful but it seems a garish hootenanny that precedes the funereal gray days of winter.

Like a bear, I wish to crawl in my own little cave and wait out the morbid days. Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year’s, and even Valentine’s Day are no longer sparkly shining lights in the darkness. They are more like fun house masquerades with grotesque images that remind me of those no longer with us. The grandchildren do offer a bright candle flicker of joy, but candle flames are prey to fierce winds and even the fattest pillar eventually burns down.

I know there are those for whom fall is their favorite season. Congratulations! I am not trying to spoil your fun. Enjoy whatever it is that makes you love autumn’s song. Let me sleep peacefully through and wake me when spring has truly sprung, and perhaps we can enjoy a brief equinox together before we go our separate ways.