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Ah, the joys of autumn
Oct. 22nd, 2005 12:51 pmThis autumn has been beautiful and mellow. In my immediate neighborhood there has not yet been a hard frost: the last black-eyed Susans are blooming away, the asters and the goldenrod, long since gone to seed, are putting up new side shoots and contemplating blooming again; Raphael and I saw white irises reblooming in a terrace garden; Lydy's morning glories, although rather curled at the edges of the leaves and well-decorated with their pendant seed pods, are also still grimly blooming away, though interestingly the blossoms are smaller and smaller. The grass is as green as emerald. The cats have sprung out of their summer torpor and are racing up and down the house, eating more, and demanding affection. Oaks are red and brown and yellow; sugar maples are blazing away; the gutters are full of ash leaves, and all the leaf-bare crabapples carry their fruit like jewels. The Norway maple in front of our house, ever tardy, is just beginning to turn yellow.
As I was virtuously and innocently taking clean dishes out of the upstairs dishwasher, I glanced into the darkened sitting room and thought, Aw, the cats have resurrected an old catnip mouse. Oh, no, wait, they don't have any that big. "Oh my God," I said to Raphael, "there's a dead mouse in the doorway." "Are you sure it's not just a cat toy?" "Yep." I turned on the light in the sitting room. A plump, cute, unmarked, pink-nosed gray mouse, as dead as a door-nail.. Beryl was sitting on the carpet looking smug. Jordan had been making quite odd noises in the kitchen not long before. I had just let Ari in from downstairs, wondering why he was only scratching and not yelling as usual. Any of them could have done the deed. None of them would take the corpse outside, of course. I got to do that. I hope it was Ari who came in unnoticed with a mouse mustache. I don't know how a mouse would get to the second floor, and I don't want to. I also do hope we will not have a repetition of last year's twitching not-dead mouse.
The book, after a number of unworthy tantrums, has settled into a temporary period of beautiful cooperation. I finished Chapter 4 and started Chapter 5.
And David got the job he interviewed for.
P.
As I was virtuously and innocently taking clean dishes out of the upstairs dishwasher, I glanced into the darkened sitting room and thought, Aw, the cats have resurrected an old catnip mouse. Oh, no, wait, they don't have any that big. "Oh my God," I said to Raphael, "there's a dead mouse in the doorway." "Are you sure it's not just a cat toy?" "Yep." I turned on the light in the sitting room. A plump, cute, unmarked, pink-nosed gray mouse, as dead as a door-nail.. Beryl was sitting on the carpet looking smug. Jordan had been making quite odd noises in the kitchen not long before. I had just let Ari in from downstairs, wondering why he was only scratching and not yelling as usual. Any of them could have done the deed. None of them would take the corpse outside, of course. I got to do that. I hope it was Ari who came in unnoticed with a mouse mustache. I don't know how a mouse would get to the second floor, and I don't want to. I also do hope we will not have a repetition of last year's twitching not-dead mouse.
The book, after a number of unworthy tantrums, has settled into a temporary period of beautiful cooperation. I finished Chapter 4 and started Chapter 5.
And David got the job he interviewed for.
P.
