rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,


The unaccustomed sunlight revealed ragged oaks clinging to a handful of brown leaves. The rest of the leaves are strewn about, mingled with dead pine needles. A chilly December day is no time to be raking, though, so I left the defunct foliage on the ground and spent most of the day indoors. Even then I might have gone out for a bit of raking had I not made myself sick on Doritos for lunch. Chipotle Barbecue Doritos are the Devil's work, and I can't stop eating them.

I'd have made myself even sicker had I still had sour cream to dip them in, but I found that the sour cream had gone too stale to eat. I suppose I should be grateful for that, but in fact I'm still a bit annoyed. Portia, on the other had, was delighted. For a cat there is apparently no such thing as sour cream that has gone too stale to eat. She found the open container on the kitchen counter and had devoured a great deal of it before I discovered what she was doing. It will be a messy litter box tonight, for sure. Dairy products past their prime are not a good thing to have in a feline digestive tract.

Tomorrow will be cooler than today, so I probably won't get any raking done then either. Sunday will be warmish, but that's when I go shopping so probably the raking will go undone again. Monday will be chilly again. Tuesday should be warmish, but by the time the day warms up the trash will already have been picked up, so I'll be stuck with bins full of leaves for two weeks. What would be the point of raking if the leaves are just going to sit in bins for two weeks?

See, if I keep arguing with the weather, I might never have to do any raking. Maybe a big wind will come and blow all the fallen leaves into a neighbor's yard. Then I can just sit around making myself sick eating Doritos all winter.

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