Elfsongs

This morning I followed a school bus, and noticed the kids waiting at the stops, in all their trendy new school rags. There was a layer of mist on the country side and the corn fields are being cut. Pointed flocks of geese were slicing through the sky, honking their departure for the south. I felt the sadness. I once heard a dialogue on a show that went something like this:

character #1: What is the meaning of death, why do people die?

character #2: To give meaning to life, to make life important.

I don't remember much, really. But that I remembered because it makes sense. This is what I tell myself as the summer fades into a new season. Reiterrating - I enjoy myself in the other seasons, and there are things about all of the seasons which I love. But saying goodbye to summer is like moving to Hawaii. I'm going to love living in Hawaii, but it's the blues I take with me.

Enough.

On the radio, the announcer was giving the time - "twelve minutes before seven". At that exact moment I noticed the road sign for Route 12. Nothing important, I'm not going to make anything about it except it was something I noticed. Maybe twelve is my lucky number today. Maybe I should say twelve nice things today. Maybe I should just move past this stupid thought.

I find myself wondering if a former coworker still reads this blog. My boss passed something interesting on to me a couple weeks ago that caused my eyebrows to raise. I wanted to tell him to be careful about accepting gossip as gospel, and there is always another version depending on who is doing the telling. Sounds to me as if someone is still trying to control things even when they're not employed here anymore. My boss loves to gossip. I've noticed that men are some of the worst gossips I've ever met.

In my small town, the men gather at Chucky's Mobile. They have their coffee and catch up on the 'news', (read 'gossip'). Paul says if he wants to know what happened yesterday to cause a road to be closed, he just goes there and gets coffee. Saturday mornings are the best for catching up. The place is a veritable conference room.

Yesterday I saw a minivan with a couple women in it driving through one of the neighborhoods I work in. There was a truck with a trailer stopped in the road, talking to someone on the side of the road, delaying the women's passage. The two women were in a mini fury, all complaining and gesturing. Within two or three minutes the truck pulled away, allowing them to move forward and onwards. As they drove away, I noticed their license plate - the same state that Harry lives in. That caused me to giggle as I remembered several complaints Harry has made about the general behaviors of the people in her home state. Hey Harry, the people are busting the boundaries and coming here! It's not safe anywhere!

My boy, who currently begs me for money, won't work at McDonalds. He's too good for the Golden Arches???!!!

And thats a wrap for today. Hope everybody is feeling good, or at least better, and you have at least one thing on your plate for this day that you're looking forward to...

Peace