Cha-Cha-Cha-Changes

You'll agree that we've been assaulted, literally saturated, with the word "change."  I've been mulling over things, just as everyone else, as to what will be changing in our very near future as a country.  A friend told me the other day that she just despises (her word) change and is very anxious of what is to come. 

This is the same person who reminded me it was time to pull out the down comforter and flannel sheets and coats, and put away the lightweight cottons and tank tops.

Isn't that change?  She so matter-of-factly accepts seasonal changes, in fact, to my chagrin, she embraces the changing of the seasons to the point she laments my move to the Mojave desert where it is - allegedly - always the same.  She loves the newness of spring, and colors of fall (which we still have here, it just happens very quickly).  But she despises change.  When I make this point to her, she says that seasonal changes are different.

I disagree.  She doesn't give herself enough credit for accepting changes.  She's just worried the changes will be for the worse.  They could be for the better.  She's comfortable with the seasonal changes as she thinks she knows what to expect, but even those can surprise you with better or worse temperatures or catastrophic weather events like blizzards, etc.

So, as the desert slowly approaches it's own version of winter (we've been blessedly above normal in temps for a month now but snow and cold is in our forecast for Thanksgiving), I've exchanged the linens, and moved the sweaters to the top drawers (but don't miss putting in the storm windows, or closing up the porch).  And I await the inevitable coming changes, as always, but with a positive eye.