However, I have gotten over the depression of not having something going on in my life, and have started to focus my energies on other things, such as making a cookbook and trying out a few of the recipes. It has been quite fun putting it together, and now I actually want to cook something. I've never been much of a cook; I am far too lazy and I usually don't have the time, anyway. However, time is about the only thing I have these days, and I've got generations of good cooks to live up to. Both my grandmas were phenomenal cooks, and both my parents are excellent cooks as well—they just don't really have the time to do it. So I am going to give this goal a try and we'll see what happens.
I also—finally—went for a drive today. Tyrel was excited about that—he got the house to himself for like an hour. I went to Smith's to pick up a few things, and then I took the long way home (through Salem, to the top of Woodland Hills, and back down again).
It felt wonderful to be driving again. At first I just reminisced about all of the houses that I used to deliver pizza to. Even years later, I still glare at the houses where the people always stiffed me, or never shoveled their driveway, or never bothered to get dressed before answering the door, or didn't believe us when we said we could get there in under a half hour, which meant I always had to wait 10 minutes for them to get home. And I still smile at the houses where I got good tips, met friendly people, or encountered really extravagant Christmas decorations.
But once I got to Woodland Hills Drive, I got to enjoy the scenery a bit more. I took my camera with me so that I could take pictures along the way. I really should stop doing that—I've already got tons of fall pictures from similar excursions like the one I took today, and I wasn't really watching where I was going half the time. True, there wasn't a lot of traffic, but there was the hazard of falling off the mountain or running into a house that I had to worry about.
I always hear people say that we Elk Ridgeians have a beautiful view. I always heartily agree with them until they add "of the valley" to that sentence. Then I just feel confused. Does no one ever look at the mountains on their way up Elk Ridge Drive, or are they too preoccupied with getting to the top of the road to notice? I love that drive up that hill. Not only does it bring me home, but the mountains are always spectacular, no matter what the season (however, I am a bit biased toward the fall season). I would much rather look at that scenic view than look down at Payson valley, which is full of cars, pollution, and buildings.
So all in all, I really enjoyed my drive. I am to the "Su" songs on my iPod, so my drive was full of songs about sunshine and summertime, which only added to the good feelings in my car. As I raced down those long stretches of road with my window down, I couldn't help but feel deeply content with my life.
I am planning on taking another one of these drives in a few weeks when the leaves are even more colorful than they are now. Heck, I might even make it a daily thing.
I decided last year that if I could pick any time of year to get married, it would be October. The weather is usually still fantastic and nature puts on a show more beautiful than spring, summer, or winter ever could. The browns, yellows, oranges, and reds of the trees would add another level of perfection to that special day. And, since I am done with school I don't need to plan everything around school anymore—all I need to do is find a guy who is done with school, and then I could make this dream a reality. :)
However, wedding or no wedding, the fall season will forever have a special place in my heart.
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