leaf thoughts

It's hard to write anything today without thinking about five years ago.   It's hard to write anything about 9/11 without sounding as if you're co-opting it and making it about you or your agenda.  I just want to leave it alone, but I also want to acknowledge that it is a sad day.

Work is continuing to kick my ass.  Not only is there an overwhelming amount of tedious stuff to deal with, there is now a bigger issue that has to do with miscommunication and mistakes and the resulting cleanup.  The urge to run away is practically irresistable.

The leaves are just beginning to get some color on their edges, like torn paper dipped in watercolors.  The light reminds me of some lines in an Indigo Girls song--"I could go crazy on a night like tonight, when Summer's beginning to give up her fight."  By the end of next month it will be dark when I leave the office.

What happened to all the women in my life?  More and more the significant players are men (or a certain boy).  This is rather comical considering I am still as celibate as a door.  With one exception, most of my women friends are so busy with their own family lives that I don't see them very much.  Perhaps it's just that the Wednesday Night Single Mama's Blowout has been on hiatus for a couple of weeks, and I'm missing them.

The above-named exception, Miss Kimberly, has been baking in my kitchen again.  This time it was cookies--ginger cookies for one--and I informed her that the cookie tax was quite a bit higher than for other items.  She left us a big plate of spicy chewy goodness, and I'm going to miss it just a little bit when her own kitchen is finished.

Hijo's dad is still unemployed.  We thought he got a job, but it didn't pan out.  I barely have time to worry about that one.  Better to worry about the things I might be able to infuence a little bit.

There's a big pile of fallen-leaf thoughts for you.  A gust of wind must have come by to swirl them around in my mind.  In a minute they'll settle on the sidewalk and someone will walk by quickly, crunching them to dust under his feet.