October 8th, 2017

caillebotte_man at his window


It feels like it's blowing up a gale tonight. I don't know if it actually is, but the pine trees are bending and swaying with every gust, and the dead oak leaves are skittering about in mad dances, making me glad I decided not to rake today. One of the feral cats has taken refuge in the under-sink cupboard on the back porch, another in the rafters of the garage, and the others are nowhere to be found.

We've already had one power outage, and I won't be surprised if there's another. The first one lasted about an hour here (it was longer in other parts of town, but apparently while fixing that one the crew did something that made it worse and engulfed the rest of us.) It was late afternoon, and it ended while there was still light in the sky, though the house had grown dark. In fact I had just lit my candles for the evening when the power returned, and I had to go around and blow them all out.

Anyway. I hope it stays on long enough for me to write this entry and get it posted, at least, and I'd be grateful if it stayed on long enough for me to watch the new episode of Poldark on PBS. I don't know if any of the Englishmen are going to murder one another, but on this particular episode there's some chance a Frenchman will either murder or be murdered by and Englishman. No mystery will ensue, of course, the French and English typically having murdered one another for political rather than personal reasons, but beggars can't be choosers.

The wind is making it feel more like October, and has me thinking about Halloween. Here Halloween isn't much of a holiday, there being few kids in this town and even fewer drag queens— well none at all as far as I know— so it's usually pretty quiet and I can sit and remember the more active Halloweens of my youth. Maybe I ought to buy a Bit-O-Honey bar this year. When I was a kid there were always a few bite-sized Bit-O-Honey bars handed out by adults who didn't know what candy kids liked. I ate them, of course, but got them out of the way early, saving the better stuff for later. Yet they are one of the first things I remember now when I think of Halloween. Maybe if I ate one now I'd find out why adults then thought kids would want them.

But Halloween isn't for a while yet. In the meantime, maybe i'll lead up to it with this week's Collapse )