November 15th, 2010


Poem for Monday and Huntley Meadows Park

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Sunday was as beautiful as Saturday in terms of the weather, so after watching leaves falling in the backyard all morning while Adam was volunteering at Hebrew school -- I was reading Kate Mosse's Sepulchre, which has a bit too much historical exposition and whose prequel I keep mixing up with Kathleen McGowan's books, but which sucked me in because the author commissioned a Tarot deck for the novel -- we went to Huntley Meadows, which I don't think we've visited since November of last year. There wasn't a cloud in the sky, and when we came out of the woods onto the boardwalk through the wetlands, the sun was so bright that it was actually hard to see beyond the cattails, though we eventually managed to see herons, turtles, geese, ducks, red-wing blackbirds, and many other little birds.

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On the way home we stopped at Michael's so I could get a couple of things on sale and again got to see an amazing sunset from the road, accompanied by a huge flock of black birds flying over the highway. Then we went to get haircuts; Adam said, "On my list of things I'd like to do, getting a haircut falls nicely below being held hostage in a bank robbery," but we subjected him anyway, and now Daniel has slightly more respectable hair for a college interview on Monday. We watched The Simpsons, which was one of the sillier ones, then Boardwalk Empire, in which Margaret asserted herself nicely but unfortunately about her desire as a consumer rather than Prohibition, women's suffrage, or something that matters. I worry about the women on the show; I know which men they can and can't kill based on historical records, but neither Margaret nor Darmody's fiancee has much of a paper trail.