November 3rd, 2013


Poem for Sunday and Sugarloaf Mountain

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The weather and the trees this autumn have been the most gorgeous I can ever remember -- rain mostly light if at all in daylight hours, coming down overnight to keep the leaves turning slowly. Paul made us pumpkin waffles and scrambled eggs with goat cheese for brunch, then we drove to Dickerson and climbed Sugarloaf Mountain -- three of us on the trails, Adam scaling the rocks. There were many people but no bottlenecks on the ascent, and we saw deer and chipmunks busy high on the mountain:

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Since it was El Dia de los Muertos and since Daniel hadn't had it in a long time, we had Mexican food for dinner...well, Tex-Mex at California Tortilla, the closest we could get to easily. Then Adam went to do work and, since we'd subjected him to The Spy Who Loved Me the night before, Daniel suggested we watch Moonraker, which is just as sexist and even sillier (though I may just be cranky because there is no car that turns into a submarine). Americans, don't forget to change your clocks!