"Nebulous and Moral Quandry"

Now I know why I married the man that I did. The Moody Blues. My ex, young and vigorous as he was, played the Moodys nonstop and I equated the romanticism and echoing lyrical crescendos as a virtue, amplified by the blonde mullet both he and Justin Hayward sported. How could I have fallen so hard for Nights in White Satin? This explains everything. That, and the Stand Up album by Jethro Tull.

And I looove yooouuuu, YES, I LOVE YOOOOOUUUUUU, WHOOAAh HO I LOVE YOOUUUUU. Damn you, primitive lizard brain!

Interruption: K Hoffmann is playing "After the Fall" sung by Klaus Nomi on Luxuria! I can tell you how I love Nomi, but I also have a download of Kristian the composer singing it, and his voice is absolutely pure and amazing. Find it, listen to it. I wish he'd play more of himself.

Rather disjointed post, sorry. Think I'll stop back in later....

The wind is accelerating to blastomatic speed and whistling around the brick corners, searching for crannies to pry open. Yee, the building is shaking and my ears feel like popping. Woof. I love a good windy evening, especially being blown down the street when walking at night. It's kind of like a funhouse ride where you don't have total control over movement, but if you get frightened just sit down on the sidewalk or grab a building.

We had a wooden sloop, a twenty-one foot I-21, designed to withstand heavy weather with a lead ballast that weighed over four hundred pounds. Now I am not one for sailing, the claustrophobia has me ready to jump, but on a rough day we would go out just to where the open lake met bay and pitch up and down, plunging from crest to trough. This, for some reason, was a hoot.

Earlier, it was a sunny day good for planting daffodil bulbs in Dad's backyard, with a few daylilies tossed at the borders. I hadn't used a shovel in years, and the dirt came up easily and rich with life. Dark mosses and purple heal-all gave before my mighty foot, roots of trailing mint snapped, and pink worms took leave of their tunnels, delved to bits by my long-handled digging. Centipedes ran and slugs awoke. I got the job done and squared up a brick edging that had slid apart by the gate.

Trimmed the rose bushes and will wrap them in burlap for winter, tuck them in for the season. I think the time change comes next week, the hour falls back which, my baby dolls, means extra time to sleep that morning. Ah, but those dark days...well, we will get through it, we always do and are none the worse for wear.

Latch the door and turn out the light, grab the cat and slip under the covers. October wakes at night, and its mysteries stir beyond our knowing. Tuck in yourselves, let the wind bear you east of the sun. Tomorrow is a fresh start.