And, enter Fall.

It's a beautiful Fall day here in Nebraska. It's Saturday. I've got one kid playing at the neighbor's. One kid on the couch barfing about every two hours. Ricardo's working on the lump-o-chevelle outside. It's 55 degrees outside. Just a good start to Fall, sans the barfing kid. Perhaps it was too much cake. Totally my fault.

So, I decided to go out and mow the lawns. Next to vacuuming, it's one of my favorite past-times. Fresh fall air, getting a major weekly chore done, and all while rocking out to some gangsta rap. I've waited a little too long mow the lawn, so, in an effort to appease my neighbors, I figure I'll mow the lawn now, before it starts raining, or I get busy with very important things like laundry, or researching tropical vacations. So, I go to mow. I'm about halfway done with the back yard, when I say to Ricardo,
"It's noon, right?"

"Yeah, close to it, why?"

"Well, I was worried maybe it was too early to mow or something. It's eerily quiet out here. No one's in sight."

It's not like it was 30 degrees out. I mean, I was out there. And honestly, a few of my neighbors lawns were longer than mine, which is rare. But no one was out. Nada. Not even the 3 neighbor houses down the street who love to hang out in their driveway. They were all gone. Where the hell was everyone? After the next grass catcher emptying session, it was really starting to bother me. That's when Ricardo motioned for me to take off my earphones. I oblige and he says,

"We've lived here for 4 years, we should know better by now: The Huskers game is on. No one outside, no cars, no one mowing."

I giggled and fired up the lawn mower waiting for some Husker fan to come kick my ass for not being glued to a tv or radio. But they didn't. I'm guessing it's becasue they were winning.

GOSKURZ.

Later I ran up to the grocery store. The game was on their overhead system. Ahhh, yes, the sound of the season: Fall in Nebraska.

Since we aren't avid fans, and perhaps therefore not even legal citizens of Nebraska, obviously, we don't have football parties or tailgate in the stadium parking lot, never to leave the tailgate, but listen from the parking lot. We're not invited to many Husker game parties either. Maybe it's because I go to any party to talk about my feelings and for the food. Heck, even a good recipe is incentive for my Weight Watchers meeting. AND I get to talk about my feelings. So, maybe the static from my crunching and yapping is somewhat of a set back. But I do like to find out who won. I'm always relieved for the safety and health of our community when the Huskers win. It's a direct correlation.

After the game, my neighbor mowed his lawn, in a light rain.

Welcome Fall.

That's how I roll.