The morning
began gray and windy with a fingernail moon hanging high overhead. The walk out to the mailbox for the paper had
its own audio track, wind in the wires, whining and making Loki uneasy.
The lyrics to
“Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald” surfaced along with the wind. The potential for bad weather is high and the
abnormal warmth in the air suggests that the forecasters know what they are
paid to know.
Loki did her
early-warning dog routine while we showered.
Normally she stays out of the bathrooms. During thunderstorms and other potentially
severe weather she follows us into the bathrooms and can’t be chased out. This behavior has always been slightly part
of her behavior. But after the 27th
of April in 2011 it has become pronounced.
No hike with
Mike this morning. His gout is bothering
him and neither of us like being on the road in wet conditions. Our neighbors drive too fast. Several times this fall it has been a real
fine line between jumping into the creek and hoping that the oncoming drivers
will slow down and make the turn away from us.
Last night’s
seared scallops were well received. Soup
for dinner. That should go well with the
declining temperatures.
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