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“Never fire a laser at a mirror.”

October 17, 2017

Last night was seasonably cold. When I woke up, the house was down to 64˚, too cold for me. I grabbed my sweatshirt and turned on the heat to warm the house. Coffee helped to warm me.

The day is beautiful with a bright, squint your eyes sort of sun and deep blue skies. A few thin branches high in the oak trees are swaying. Dead leaves are falling, some slowly, some far more quickly to the ground. The bird feeders need my attention. I also need to fill the suet feeders.

I took my time this morning. Usually I am quick to get my papers and to take Miss Gracie out to the back yard. Instead, I sat inside for while finishing a book. When I finally did go out, I met my friend Tony walking Darcie, his westie. We chatted, and he helped me empty my trunk of seeds and canned animal food. I saw a dead rabbit in the space between my house and my neighbor’s house. Sadly, I think it is rabbit I came to know. It visited my yard all summer. Tony offered to bag the rabbit so I could take it to the dump, but I knew I’d have trouble doing that so I thanked him and said I’d bury it or have my neighbor bury it. I’m going to miss my rabbit.

YouTube is on. I’ve been watching those black and white science fiction movies from the 50’s all morning. The Giant Claw is my favorite so far. It was awful, even laughable, but that’s its best feature. The giant claw belongs to a giant bird with eyes which never move. It eats planes, trains, cars and people. It scooped parachutists from the sky with its mouth. The movie has all the best elements: a hero, his new found love, a scientist of sorts, city crowd scenes where men wearing overcoats and fedoras run along side women wearing dresses, hats and heels, all trying to escape the falling buildings destroyed by the bird. I loved this movie.

I have nothing planned for today, and that’s just fine with me.

“Life isn’t all fricasseed frogs and eel pie.”

September 22, 2015

I would have guessed today is cooler than it is if I hadn’t gone outside. The view from my window is of a dark, cloudy day with a breeze strong enough to ruffle leaves and sway the tops of trees and smaller branches. It is definitely a long sleeve day, maybe even a sweatshirt day.

Fern, Gracie and I slept in this morning. They must have been cold as they were right next to me, Fern on one side, Gracie on the other. I hated to get up as they had to move when I did. When I patted Fern good morning, I could feel the warmth of her fur on the side where she had leaned against me. Cats do like being cozy.

I have started this third paragraph several times and not been happy with any of them. That happens sometimes. My mind doesn’t settle too deeply on any one thing. It stays in the shallow end. Even the papers today gave me little pleasure. I did finish the crossword and the cryptogram, but it was only in the sports pages where I could find some optimism and even that was threaded a bit. The Trump quotes had me cursing out loud. I didn’t count the numbers of assaults and murders reported in the metro section but thumbed right pass those stories. Business had the story of the peanuts and salmonella and VW’s fake air tests. Even the Cape had a murder, a body was found at one of the rest areas. The safest sections to read were the weather and the comics.

I just looked out the window, and the sun is shining. It sneaked in while I was complaining. It seems it might be a nice day after all.

“Are ye the ghosts of fallen leaves, O flakes of snow, For which, through naked trees, the winds A-mourning go?”

March 27, 2014

The storm was terrific. The snow fell sideways because of the close to hurricane force wind. Tree limbs were blown and bent. The bird feeders flew from to side to side, sometimes even with birds holding on for dear life. The snow drifted. Some spots had little or no snow while others had deep snow, the sort where you lift your legs high above the drift instead of trying to plow your way through. I couldn’t see beyond the house across the street because of white-out conditions. Gracie went out in the morning without fuss but hurried inside when she was done. The second time she went out the snow was still falling but was tapering. She squatted with her back to the gate which was a good thing because the gate behind her slowly opened. I ran down the steps which were covered in snow while holding on to the rail also covered in snow. I don’t know why I didn’t fall as it seemed perfect for a dive off the steps; instead, I shut the gate before Gracie even knew it was open. She turned and looked at me then went farther into the backyard. I climbed up the snowy steps and got back into the house. My slippers were so covered in snow you couldn’t tell what they were. My socks had snow clinging to them, and my pants were soaked from the bottom almost to the knees. My hands were freezing, but I didn’t care. Gracie was still in the yard.

By last night the snow had tapered to a few errant flakes, but the wind continued to blow and whistle. I fell asleep to the sound. It was tremendous.

Winter is not leaving easily. It is scratching and pawing the ground trying to keep a handhold. Yesterday was a day in January. Schools were closed. Cars stayed off the roads. I was drawn, as I am when it snows, to the back door to watch the storm. I listened to the wind and saw the trees bend left then right then back again. It was an amazing storm. It was spectacular.