October 12th, 2005

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Daylight Saving Time will be ending soon, and it will be broad daylight by this time of day. I'm enjoying the late darkness while I may. I'm also enjoying the late evening light while I may. I wish they would just make Daylight Time last all year. It would be much simpler.

No deer visited tonight, as far as I know. Each time I went out, it was just me and a bit of wind and a few acorns and pine cones crashing down. Oh, and the owl. I figure the owl is hanging around because the acorns and pine nuts are attracting a bunch of nocturnal rodents, too quiet for me to hear, but audible and visible to the hungry owl. Sometimes I'm glad I can't see what's going on out there at night.

There has been more activity at the vacant house next door lately. Yesterday, there was a power saw set up in the garage, making a racket much of the afternoon. The cat was even more distressed by this than I was. She stayed at the far end of the yard until the intruders departed late in the evening. She'll be very annoyed when someone actually moves in to the place.

I was thinking about the odd names celebrities have been giving their kids lately; Gwennie and that roadie from Coldplay calling their daughter Apple, Nick Cage and whoever the hell he's with calling their son Kal-El. I wonder what Tom and Katie will call their kid? I hope it isn't Elronh. If I were a fan of weird names for kids, I'd suggest Turkey Baster Cruise, but that would be cruel, wouldn't it?

I need sleep.

Oh, and the second set of batteries I recharged in my Radio Shack battery recharger only lasted a half hour before the mouse ate them. I don't know if one of the batteries is faulty, or both are, or if the recharger is faulty. I suppose I'll have to arrange to take the lot in to the store to find out. For now, a pair of trusty Ray-O-Vac Maximum Acalines [sic] are doing the job the Radio Shack nickle-metal hydride rechargeables couldn't.
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October Evening

The day was very mild again, and possessed of an aural clarity which brought near the sound of traffic on distant roads. The expansive sky bore no trace of haze, and the sunset featured no shade of color other than gold. Pine needles now lie so thick upon the ground that it is impossible to walk without one's steps making a loud crunch, and the road verges are paved with brown patches where the needles have been brushed aside by passing cars. The warmth has left the evening air scented with pine resin, which now is augmented by a hint of wood smoke as someone counters the rapid onset of night's chill with a fire. Quiet has descended, both town and wood wrapped in autumn serenity, only the serenade of lingering summer insects disturbing the tranquil landscape. The crows who dropped acorns onto the street to crack them, and the woodpeckers who loudly hammered other acorns into cracks in the utility poles have gone to roost. While the neighbors sit before their television sets, or prepare for bed, I will go outside and enjoy the quiet, and watch the windows go dark one by one, each failing light making the moon and stars a bit brighter.