The first fall of the season
Now that temperatures are flirting with that “Will it freeze?” moment, there’s an eventual moment when somebody has to fall. Hopefully, not far or hard. But the contact with the ground is a given. This morning, the first drop of the season. Off the front step… The dog. A bit too energetic, trying to get in out of whatever it was that was falling in the hours before sunrise. No injury, other than to pride. Yes, even dogs have pride.
Of course, conditions returned to “normal for the season” before long, but I took the opportunity to purchase a large container of rock salt at the local store. We are far from “beach weather conditions”.
Once a month, the waste watch people do a pickup of the bottles and cans and accumulated cardboard. Today, I had the fun of collapsing and packing all the cartons that have become surplus to our needs in the last four weeks. When we first arrived (here) there were so many shipping boxes that I’m make a Saturday morning run to the disposal site. Now, I wait. Hopefully the precipitation won’t go from chilly to wet during the dark hours.
Son #1 is “making the move” to a better professional gig. More money, more responsibility. I had to ask the important question: Will you have to wear a tie? He’s not sure; he may just because it seems like the thing to do. I hope he can rise above the “yoke” before too long. On basic principle. Somehow, dressing like rich folk doesn’t seem to change the loose change levels in the pockets of your jeans.
