Monthly Archives: September 2025

It seems that crows are not communal. I don’t know. They are given credit for an industrious sort of cleverness but, today, over the rippled lake, this group was raucous and jumbled, debating their jabberwock in staccato caws, the answers too rapid to have studied the question. Belligerent oneupmanship was my thought.

I met a woman who was walking a chihuahua. She called out a hearty “good afternoon!”, and made comment on my umbrella. I smiled, and fumbled for a pleasantry.

A man backed out of his driveway in a bathtub Porsche, making sure to rev the engine, a pleasing sound to some, I think, although I don’t know what is meant by this…that is, I don’t know what I mean.

It has been declared that it is Fall, now. The seasons have become old hat. Flutter of leaves, then snow, early birds, then butterflies.

I spent the night in the hospital, and was diagnosed.

How does one borrow time, and from where? I don’t know.