Suquamish, WA - 27 Oct 2024
It is definitely autumn. The ground is covered in a carpet of fallen fir, pine and cedar needles. What few hardwood trees we have around here are displaying their brilliance against the evergreen backdrop of the PacNW before they too will drop their foliage for winter hibernation. When I went out for my morning walk the sun was at a steep angle laying scattered long shadows. Dark clouds moved in, threatening us with rain. In the meantime I enjoyed two and a half miles in the brisk and breezy morning. A coyote ran down the road ahead of me.
It is pouring rain now. I am home and the chores are done. The rain pelts the roof like a million hammers drumming their way into my head. The sound can be soothing and maddening at the same time. Part of me slips into a state of near slumber as the rhythm of the falling rain hypnotizes me, yet the other part that worries too much is waiting for the steady fire hose pelting busts its way through the roof washing my little house off the hill. Hold fast oh roof it will be done soon.
Supper will be on the table soon. Tonight we are having a gourmet spread of the week's leftovers. I get leftover Mongolian beef with some steamed broccolini to drink up all those Asian sauces and my wife will have some reheated chicken wings with beet salad. We both will have a baked potato because that goes with everything. Really, it does. Trust me.
I'll follow that with the new library book I just checked out. It is the third in the Camino Island series by John Grisham. These books are a nice change from his usual thrillers. A little more tame, but still gripping. On the flip side, I have also downloaded an audiobook to keep me company on those morning walks. It is a bit more intense. Iced by Felix Francis. In the 70s I was a huge fan of Dick Francis. Felix is his son and so far is doing his dad justice. That's it for now. I am off to the kitchen. On the stream is Little Green Bag by the George Baker Selection.
Keep on truckin'
-Mike