“Well don’t you know the sound of anger brings a dark result
And every insult is like a lightning bolt…” ~Third Eye Blind, Dao of St. Paul
Readers in many states across America set their clocks back a hour this weekend to be part of Standard Time. There are a lot of opinions about the nature and necessity of Daylight Saving Time, but I adapt to it pretty well. I just have to dial my brain back an hour for catching last light and having enough time to walk Hawken.
Tomorrow is a mid-term election day, and I hope to be encouraged and am prepared to be disappointed. In an interesting turn, I have known and photographed the three Oklahoma House District 25 candidates for most of my life. I rented an airplane from one of them for a while in the 1990s. They’re all good guys and they all have our best interests in mind.
I don’t see a freeze in the immediate forecast, but there are some 30s later in the week. I only have green peppers left, but plenty of those. Others who garden agree that 2018 was the year of the green pepper. I’ve never had this many. Just two night ago, I picked another 15. I never get tired of eating them.
With ample rain and mild days, this autumn is really showing off. I hope I am leading the way to it photographically. I have a beginning digital photography class tonight, and we can talk about it.
Readers might recall that Max the Chihuahua is old and ill lately. He seems to be a little better with daily medication. We still worry when he wheezes, and you can feel his heart murmur in his chest when you pick him up.
The coffee tastes extra good this morning. In addition to teaching tonight, I need to run to town to get a new eyepiece screw for Abby’s glasses, which fell out and disappeared sometime last night.
I got some black beans and some 15-bean soup at the store not long ago, and when I asked Abby which one I should make, she said, “Surprise me.” So it’s 15-bean soup for lunch today.
As I was writing this, a package arrived from Amazon Prime, a filter for my Shop-Vac ordered just Saturday night. It was much cheaper than retail as well, and very much points to the future of consumerism.
I’ve been running the string trimmer a bunch the last few days, in an effort to reduce the clutter around the house and along the fences, which will hopefully give less quarter to spiders, snakes, rodents and ants this winter.
At the start of spring, I threw out an old pair of work shoes and started working in my least comfortable pair of Keens. Yesterday was their last day. I had glued the soles back on, and the elastic laces were starting to strip.
I trimmed Abby’s photinia and collected that and threw them on the brush pile with the various collected limbs and brush around the patch, and burned it. It was super-smokey.
“And I tell myself what we’re living for.
And say, rejoice, evermore.” ~3EB