I wake on our sleeping porch to the coyote chorus down by the Wallkill River. The crisp dry air and the light from the moon, two days past full, remind me of the coming color-wheel of autumn. I don't know whether the coyotes or Carol's stirring woke me but, for now I'm up so I feed the cats, put a load of laundry in, and make coffee.
I prepared my morning bowl of cereal, except for the yogurt, before feeding the cats, expecting that Elvis, my yogurt junkie, would be occupied in the basement eating long enough for me to add the yogurt then secure myself in my office. As soon as I open the container, he is at my feet for his share.
I finished reading Great Expectations yesterday, as enamored by Dickens' ability to construct a sentence as when I first picked up the book. I controlled myself well enough to have dogeared only two pages in order to share his mastery with my writer friends at our next meeting.
Yesterday, while exchanging empty beer bottles and money for full ones, I greeted the clerk with the standard guy opening, "How's it going?" His response, "Okay. Except for the weather." Confused, I agreed that it was a little warm, but the sunshine was pleasant. His concern turned out to be that the warm weather would mess up the autumn leaf display. I assured him that the change was due to the length of the day, but he still thought that warm days would keep leaves from turning (you may shrug here.)
We went to Marlborough, NY last night to hear Amy and Leslie at the Falcon Arts Center. The venue is on 9W, the main street of the town. It is a lovely performance space and a great idea at work. There is no cover charge or admission, just a donation box in the entry hall. All cash in the box at the end of the night goes to the performers, while the house earns it's money on food and drinks. It seems to work out for all involved and has apparently become a very successful venture.
Enough for today.
I prepared my morning bowl of cereal, except for the yogurt, before feeding the cats, expecting that Elvis, my yogurt junkie, would be occupied in the basement eating long enough for me to add the yogurt then secure myself in my office. As soon as I open the container, he is at my feet for his share.
I finished reading Great Expectations yesterday, as enamored by Dickens' ability to construct a sentence as when I first picked up the book. I controlled myself well enough to have dogeared only two pages in order to share his mastery with my writer friends at our next meeting.
Yesterday, while exchanging empty beer bottles and money for full ones, I greeted the clerk with the standard guy opening, "How's it going?" His response, "Okay. Except for the weather." Confused, I agreed that it was a little warm, but the sunshine was pleasant. His concern turned out to be that the warm weather would mess up the autumn leaf display. I assured him that the change was due to the length of the day, but he still thought that warm days would keep leaves from turning (you may shrug here.)
We went to Marlborough, NY last night to hear Amy and Leslie at the Falcon Arts Center. The venue is on 9W, the main street of the town. It is a lovely performance space and a great idea at work. There is no cover charge or admission, just a donation box in the entry hall. All cash in the box at the end of the night goes to the performers, while the house earns it's money on food and drinks. It seems to work out for all involved and has apparently become a very successful venture.
Enough for today.
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Comments are always from "anonymous". Often I can identify the author by the content of the comment, but that much cogitation makes my 80 year-old brain tired. Please help out an old man and identify yourself within the text of the comment. Thanks for the comments whether or not you ID yourself. Tom