October 26th, 2010



Because shopping got shifted to Monday, Monday got shot to Hell. I had no idea how many old people and women with babies did their grocery shopping on Mondays. It took forever to get out of there. Plus they were out of stuff that I wanted. Then I got home and had to clean up a wet hairball Portia had hacked up on the couch. All this was on top of me oversleeping because I had forgotten to lower the thermostat after taking a shower. Sleeping in a room that's too hot always puts me in a near-coma.

So my day bit, but things are worse for the cicadas. They've been dying in the sink on my back porch. Oversleeping, shopping, and cleaning up kitty hairballs are all less unpleasant than dying in a sink must be, I'm sure. I still wish I had some of the soup the store was out of, though.


I keep expecting to hear acorns falling on the rooftops, but so far I've heard none. On the other side of town I've seen oaks laden with acorns, and the ground is littered with those that have already fallen, but the trees here have very few, and those are clinging tenaciously to the trees. It looks like the other side of town will have more squirrels and woodpeckers than we will next spring.

Should that turn out to be so, come April and May I'll surely miss the entertaining fauna, but right now I'm missing the sound of falling acorns. It just isn't autumnal enough without them, despite the nocturnal chill, the smell of wood smoke from fireplaces, and the strewn leaves. Probably not even the fresh brownies now baking in the oven will fill the void left by the missing acorns. But then, they don't really have to. I mean they're still brownies, right? Brownies!