I didn’t become precocious until well into my forties. Some people snicker, “Yeah, well, don’t confuse late onset precocity with being a slow learner.” It’s true I learn slowly but I swear I understand things now that it takes the average person eighty years or more to fully grasp. This puts me at a great advantage, as you might imagine.
What a Fall we’re having! Warmer than usual, but then this is hardly a surprise anymore. Still, the changes in the plant world proceed more or less on schedule. The trees have mostly shed their leaves, the grass has gone dormant, the sour odor of high bush cranberry suffuses the air in the park where I like to walk The Dog. His name is Chester but we recently added a middle name. We now call him Chester Lebron, a kind of paean to the man himself, Lebron James, who is a very class act if you ask me. Yes, he endorsed Clinton, but when you consider the alternative…
One thing I will miss that Fall dissolves is Dahlias. I’m not alone
I was selected to serve on the Grand Jury. I’ve been cautioned by others who’ve served in the past to expect to hear evidence of truly awful (criminal) activities going out there. We live our lives in a kind of cocoon don’t we? Daily unaware of the villainy going on around us. At least I am. Serving on a Grand Jury I’m told will instantly dissolve that innocence. We’re going to hear about the worst of the worst and asked to judge if the prosecution has amassed sufficient evidence to haul the suspected perps into court. In this way, the Grand Jury is a check against the State indicting citizens on flimsy evidence. That’s all well and good. But if I hear any cases involving animal cruelty I swear I’m going to go apoplectic. Screw the trial, get a rope.
HW is off to another conference next week, this one in Seattle. I hope she has time to stop in at the Dahlia Lounge, not only for its name, but for a Blueberry Mule
vodka, blueberry shrub, lime, ginger beer
I know, right.
Chester-Lebron and I will stay behind and hold down the fort, go for our walks, pull in the garden hoses, break down and stow the lawn mower and other sundries of a season past. It won’t be long now.