It is a fall day in New England. The only missing piece is a bit of a breeze to spin and twirl the fallen leaves. Right now it is 64°. The high will be 67°. It is a flannel shirt day.

When I was a kid, my parents took pleasure in duping us. They weren’t mean about it. In a way I guess it was sort of cute, to them anyway. One I remember is when my father would steal my nose. He’d show me my nose now held between his index and middle fingers. I’d panic and feel for my nose. My father always explained he just had the tip. I’d beg for my nose, and he always returned it. My mother did her Jack and Jill trick. She’d tape a small strip of paper on each index finger. One was Jack and the other Jill. She’d say, “Fly away, Jack,” and put her hand over her shoulder. She’d do same the with Jill. She’d then place both fingers back on the table, and Jack and Jill had disappeared. We’d check the floor behind her and the floor under the table. Jack and Jill were nowhere to be found. She’d have her hands behind her head and say, “Come Back, Jack. Come back, Jill.” She put the two fingers on the table and Jack and Jill had returned. It was magic. My mother always told us our tongues turned black when we lied. She’d question us under the hot lights to find the guilty party who had done something he or she shouldn’t have. We all said we didn’t do it. She’d tell us to stick out our tongues. The guilty party always refused. My mother had identified the miscreant who would run to the bathroom to check out his tongue. It was never black. My mother explained only mothers could see it. More magic.

Somethings are the reasons the air around me turns blue. When I am behind a car doing 30 or even 25 in a 40 zone, I get frustrated and wish I had a cattle catcher. Today I was in the queue on the phone. That disembodied voice told me where I was in the queue. I swear today I was 135th in line, okay maybe not but that is how it felt. That same voice kept telling me where I was in line. I’d be 330 then 250 then on and on (okay I really was 5th to start, but it didn’t feel that way). When she finally came on, her voice sounded as if she was eating the phone, but garbled voice or not, she did solve my problem.

Today Nala has a vet appointment for shots. She loves the car. I wonder if she will love the ride home today.

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