Late October night.   A chill wind blowing, snow falling at a hellacious clip.  Trees fallen, saw a dozen fallen in a few blocks walking to the store for supplies earlier. Power out all over the neighborhood, but not here thankfully, not yet anyway.

It’s warm here, and the mood is a relaxed one.  Reports on the snow that is falling are going on in the background, while the sounds of Vince Guaraldi playing his piano most artfully dance playfully around the room.

Books, piles of them, sit at funny angles, threatening to fall, but never quite actually doing it.  A threadbare copy of Ernest Hemingway’s “To Have and Have Not” leans at a dangerous angle, but is bracketed above by an old copy of  Salinger’s “The Catcher In The Rye”, and below by an equally beat up copy of Jack London’s “The Sea Wolf”.  Several Shakespeare works sit on a separate pile on top of a large number of other 60’s and 70’s paperback copies of a variety of works.

A cat toy, a beat up baseball cap, and my regular running shoes sit next to them.

A pile of wet clothes sit on a chair behind me, used in a variety of outdoor activities this fine snowy day.  There are running shoes and sneakers all over the apartment, drying in various corners.  A pile of pillows sit on top of a pile of indecipherable electronic crap on the couch.  It needs to be cleaned, but it isn’t getting done now though.  There will be time for that later.

Veni, Veni Emanuel, a favorite religious Christmas song playS from small computer speakers, as pictures roll across the television of the neighborhood here, of various storm damage, trees down, power lines down, and somewhat curiously  a puppy dressed like a person.

A puppy dressed like a person… always wondered why people did that.   Never did make much sense.  Why dress an animal that has it’s own fur?  Cute crap needs no reason, one presumes.  Nothing wrong with it, but nothing right with it either.

Snow in October.  We haven’t seen snow in October since 1952 as I recall.  59 years.  Enjoy this rare October snow, it may not happen for a while.


That’s it from here, America.  G’night.


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