Thursday, September 1, 2016

Pumpkin spice.

It’s pumpkin spice time again.  Pumpkin donuts at Krispy Crème was my first official sighting.  I know the onslaught will begin soon, if it hasn't already.  I don't get out much and when I do, I don't pay that close attention.
Pumpkin spice donuts will be followed by Pumpkin Spice coffee at Dunkin Donuts and probably Pumpkin Spice beer over at Fitzpatrick's.  Who even knows, Pumpkin Spice candles mean that Pumpkin Spice under arm deodorant can’t be far behind.  If someone thinks it can be sold, then it will be made, regardless of the onslaught to our dignity.

Its exhausting me.  Christmas starts before Halloween, Saint Valentine’s day starts before New Year’s Eve.  The commercialism of our lives is exhausting.  A remember a sign somewhere saying “it’s almost Mother’s Day Season”.  Since when did Mother’s Day get a season?  Is that like hunting season?  Do I need some sort of permit?

So, it’s the first day of September and its 95 degrees outside and oh my heaven how we long for the certainty that is Thanksgiving.  There will be turkey, there will be pumpkin pie, spiced, in a way which by Thanksgiving we will be hastening its departure.  Just in time for Holy Friday.  There are two now.  One before Easter and one before Christmas.  I’m not even Christian and it makes me want to puke.  I can only imagine what the Christians think.

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