Stream-Of-Consciousness
Dec. 17th, 2004 10:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rebeccmeisterTonight was cool and quiet, so after I walked home from a movie I sat on the front porch and looked at the trees in our yard. They are four altogether, although the one on the opposite side of the driveway, the big tree, technically isn't ours, inasmuch as any tree can be ours. The neighborhood is old, and flood-irrigated, so in the winter our neighborhood could be a sleepy neighborhood in Anytown, USA.
In the past week, the big tree has decided that is now fall, and has covered our yard with a sheet of leaves, which will suffice as a replacement for snow.
As I sat there, I sensed that I was being watched, so I turned around to see my cat's two eyes fixed on me--she was on the dining room table, reminding me that she was all by herself and in great (yes, oh so great) need of immediate attention.
I'm in the middle of reading four books right now, some more quickly than others.
Make that five books.
Maybe one of them has an answer.
In the past week, the big tree has decided that is now fall, and has covered our yard with a sheet of leaves, which will suffice as a replacement for snow.
As I sat there, I sensed that I was being watched, so I turned around to see my cat's two eyes fixed on me--she was on the dining room table, reminding me that she was all by herself and in great (yes, oh so great) need of immediate attention.
I'm in the middle of reading four books right now, some more quickly than others.
Make that five books.
Maybe one of them has an answer.
