I know, for some, those with working parents especially, Welcome back to school. It isn’t quite fall yet, but getting there.
Opened the webbrowser, Google News, Local, and was greeted by a man getting 24 years in prison and another getting twenty-three.
That seemed rather rude, although I didn’t choke on breakfast. That’s a lot of years. The next item? Well, it seemed the Garden City Camel died. That was bad news.
I settled on:
That seemed more or less upbeat.
Umm. Yeah. I know.
Still, it does highlight the season. We’re having lots of these music fest’s in just about any town with a population more than dead.
We’ve got a minor jam fest scheduled in the Labor Day stuff here in the village.
More mundane items, locally, include the midnight return of the whistler. He has a new four note tune. Of course, he repeats the four notes over and over. Original he ain’t. But give him credit for changing up once a year or so. His friend the cat fight specialist? Well, lhe got one started and then choked out. He swallowed his second attempt. Poor sod.
I’m not sure whether I should have started laughing or turned on the porch light. Turning on the light would have ruined the surprise I’ve prepared for another of the window peekers.
Although, come to think of it, the one I’m after with that surprise hasn’t been about much since his father died and he has actually had some responsibility laid upon him.
Life in a small village.
From the reaches,