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End of the Season

So, it’s officially the end of the season.

Pumpkin Spice season, that is.

The weather in Madison has dropped thirty degrees this week, and despite not liking Pumpkin Spice Lattes, I do enjoy other pumpkin spice products. Today, I looked for a box of Pumpkin Spice Cheerios in the store and they were all gone. Creeping in behind the Halloween candy, the chocolate Santas anticipate their return.

I guess all we can do now is wait for Starbucks’ Holiday Drinks to come back.

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Season in the Sun

One thing I’ve learned since being in Wisconsin for almost a year is that there are but two seasons: winter and roadwork.

When I moved here, I guess I didn’t notice the roadwork part much; maybe because school was starting, they eased up. Winter was winter, but as soon as it ended, roadwork came and it’s still coming.

It started with the construction on new buildings. That’s not so much of a problem, but it is kind of a nuisance sometimes to have to dodge construction workers and risk being crushed by falling debris on the way to the gym.

But then, they started tearing up the roads.

It started when school was over, and it started here on Langdon. Driving straight down Carroll or down Langdon towards State Street isn’t a problem, but the left side, until recently, was closed off. The weird part, though, was that people still drove through it anyway. I still don’t get that.

But then, there’s Johnson Street.

“Giant mess” doesn’t even begin to describe it. The street is orange as far as the eye can see, with the netting, cones, and barrels. Not to mention down to one lane. It’s come to the point where I dread going east, and when I do, I’ve been driving around the Capitol just to avoid Johnson. The Capitol.

Going to the west, the end of State Street in front of the library is all torn up and cut off from the public. It’s like basic training just to get to the front door of Memorial. A girl actually fell in a hole right at the intersection of State and Lake. I didn’t see it happen, but I did see her get helped up. It’s pretty ugly-looking. At least the creepy guy who leans against the wall and tries to start conversations with me whenever I walk past him isn’t there anymore.

Then, there’s W. Broadway in Monona. Um…no thanks, ever.

And going eastbound on the highway.

I think I need to go read a book or something.