Autumn enters bright and bold Warmest colors fight the cold While curling leaves begin to fold And harvest moons turn to gold Pumpkins rest, waiting to be honed Lattes spiced with aromatic cloves Lawns crunchy with leaf droves And dreading the too soon snows.
Joe had gained a lot of weight and now he was just cumbersome. He had never been an athlete of any kind and now sitting in an office chair all day did not help. Every nibble seemed to strike a new mound on his already uncontoured shape. He seemed destined to just be in his office and vegetate while rumors flew as to “the bigwig fulfilled his name”. Joe resigned himself to their cruelty and opened the donut box again.
You cannot domesticate or customize a feline. You may pledge to do so, support or even promote the errant theory you are its master, but the cat will tease you with its magnetism. It will let you take its portrait, but after that, its animation changes, shattering any idea of thinking you have control over it. It may even leave you an aromatic gift in your slipper. The idea of controlling a cat is a fantastical dream.
After watching The King perform, Bruce Springsteen wrote the song and sent it to none other than Elvis Presley. Springsteen recalls the event, “I sent [Elvis] a demo of it but he died before it arrived.”
“Holiday creep is real. Halloween costumes fill store shelves in August, pumpkin-flavored everything is on the menu by Labor Day, and Christmas gifts and decor are everywhere a month before Thanksgiving. It often feels like too much, too soon.” http://www.nytimes.com
Being an efficient person, (I prefer that adjective to the more critical—“you might have OCD”), I rarely do anything one at a time, and usually it is a combination of tasks. Over the years it has become a habit and as I sit here writing this I am drinking coffee, which doesn’t seem like much of a challenge, but I am also clumsy. Listening to audio books I either play an online game or do jigsaw puzzles. If I’m going from one room to another I always make sure I carry everything I might need or need to place somewhere else—just thinking maybe that’s why I seem clumsy? That probably makes no sense, but the sentence seemed efficient to me. My sense of humor prevents me from being overly critical…of myself.
I walked out to see the neighbor standing by a small fire she made in the garden. I was sorry to see a favorite dragonfly lying near. I learned that three of the pale wings had been singed but the fourth seemed mostly intact. My eyes looked upon the old one with scorn. She was a jealous witchy woman and the dragonfly might not recover. The beautiful insect tried to stretch the barely harmed wing but it only caused her to spin around. It would take a magical fairytale ending for her to fly again. The crone chuckled as she trudged out of the garden we shared. She would never know the love of nature as I do.
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