Musings

Desiccated, brittle, and achromatic can be beautiful.

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The nights are long, and the days short. I do especially enjoy the coming of the sun.

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I drove about a mile to book club this evening, and discovered that many houses now have lights up. Our hostess had a large assortment of holiday art on display.

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The rain we got and the rain that’s predicted surely will knock back our drought situation.

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Out on my walk, I found this seasonal cross-dressing yard decoration on a mossy hand-made bird-bath.

Later, we peeked in on the primo footsball game of the day if you’re from the states of Michigan and Ohio, and gee, look what MaNachur added to the scene. I liked the little marks (at this scale) that the players’ feet left, varying from clustered to dispersed. We even saw that the Ohio State mascot scripted out “Ohio” complete with i-dot, just as the marching band does it, by shuffling his feet in the snow; furthermore, he ex-ed out the Michigan M painted on the sideline or endzone…I wasn’t clear where it was. You can tell I wasn’t watching the plays.

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I once heard a tri-lingual knock-knock joke, but this only takes two languages. “Soy” in Spanish means “I am.” I, of course, read soy as soybean, as TJ’s intended. The Guru saw Spanish “soy” to go with the Spanish name of a particular sausage, and pointed it out to me. I’m still giggling.

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Our evening began with this platter, and the yumminess continued. Mmmmm.

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I saw this rain-shower aftermath and thought: ginkgo dry wash. Still think that (even though other leaves are mixed in).

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Here it is almost Thanksgiving, and our bulbs are “springing” forth.

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To my eyes, it was far darker than this—after all, it was 6:30am, and sunrise didn’t happen (technically) much later, until 7:19am. My eye keeps being drawn to the contrail beautifully framed in the tree-opening.

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