The Twenty-ninth of October

Whoo boy I’m pooped. Between all the nonsense yesterday, then the wind banging stuff around, and the rain pouring down and mysterious bangs in the night and my brain going in ten directions I didn’t get much sleep last night. Got the car in to finish the inspection process, got into work a little late and left early to get the car back again. Mom was a big help in the moral support department but also picking up my repaired storm window and picking me up at work and reuniting me with my car.

As I pulled up to the light at Everett and Central, the little car in front of me belonged to a co-worker who is pretty reliable in the cheeriness category. Just the thought of her up there was cheering me up. I plugged in my iPhone while we waited for the light and normally it pulls something random and I tell Siri to start up a playlist.

Tonight the random selection was the very song that had hit my brain this morning as a big V of geese flew south in front of the big full moon: The Urge to Go by Joni Mitchell.

Now the warriors of winter
They gave a cold triumphant shout
And all that stays is dying
And all that lives is gettin’ out
See the geese in chevron flight
Flapping and racing on before the snow

They got the urge for going
And they got the wings so they can go
They get the urge for going
When the meadow grass is turning brown
Summertime is falling down and winter is closing in

Seriously, what are the chances. So I let it play through and then I asked Siri to shuffle Artist, Joni Mitchell. All good stuff, like Ladies of the Canyon:

Trina takes her paints and her threads
And she weaves a pattern all her own
Annie bakes her cakes and her breads
And she gathers flowers for her home
For her home she gathers flowers
And Estrella dear companion
Colors up the sunshine hours
Pouring music down the canyon
Coloring the sunshine hours
They are the ladies of the canyon

By the time I got home it was all dark and quiet and the little solar lights were on, lighting up the porch. I had some dinner and got some wash started and watched part of M*A*S*H and I’m pretty sure my eyelids are going to close pretty soon. (and in fact they did, before I could hit ‘publish’)

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