Stream of Consciousness

The Feel of Autumn...

Today, it's finally here. We had some delays. Gorgeous days of sun and dryness. Annuals and vegetables going on long, long, longer. Exuberant weekends brilliant with blue skies and the temptation to walk the city streets. But now, today, the sky clouds, the leaves fall, the trees bare, the rain starts. In two hours, a Day of the Dead parade starts up at 14th and Alberta. Will I venture up? Hard to predict. I've been in my yellow-walled cocoon today. Editing. Figuring out my two-page spread in an art journal. Listening to The Jayhawks. Obsessing over the election. Tidying the basement. Sorting through a bit of chaos and recycling a good bit of paper I no longer need. Sweeping floors. Re-filling the bird feeder. The endless taking out of the recycling. All leading to evening of another day when I didn't feel much like writing other than a few e-mails and now these words. I don't understand why words seem to be less than interesting to me of late. Maybe it's the constant drip of too much information too much everywhere 24/7. Maybe I'm finally seeing it's OK to admit that what bores me I no longer have to pursue?

Your Daily AbFab...

...until the election results on November 4th? What could be a better idea than watching an episode of the ridiculous, insane, over-the-top BBC comedy, Absolutely Fabulous as a daily tonic? I mean, it's always been ahead of its time especially in terms of social and cultural commentary. John's the one who suggested it after I stumbled onto it as entertainment last night...I'm currently doing one of the episodes of Season 5 from 2004...so far, Edina has gotten a spray-on tan and Patsy's lips need an extra collagen infusion. Katie Grinn was injured when she was sort of, kind of embedded as a reporter on the ground in Iraq. Oops. As Bubble, the personal assistant, says of her boss, Edina: "She's like a smoking beagle to Patsy's vivisectionist..." Just one of many quotable quotes from merely one episode out of years...

Along with "Sun comes up, sun goes down."Let the pre-election requisite viewing begin. 

Indeed...

The bird of paradise alights only upon the hand that does not grasp.

—John Berry

I am in a  wool sweater. It's gray today, and the sky is pale with gray-white clouds. More maple leaves have yellowed and fallen to the flagstones, into the bird bath over night. It's autumn. Time to take down garden art and put away the table and chairs. I have been in a tizzy for what feels like many months and now, finally, with these quieter, shorter days, I can feel a changing. Whatever's up next, I feel strangely ready.