*ahhh*

Long walks last night and this morning have left Mr. B and Ms. K nice and tuckered. Mr. B is curled up in a sun spot in the kitchen, Ms. K is snoozing in the living room, and I'm sitting here considering my day. It is too lovely and beautiful a day to do nothing.

First, I'm running over to Bernie and Phyl's to order my darn couch. I've considered it long enough, (and giggle with me) I'm getting a Maverick to park my ass on. (http://www.bernieandphyls.com/200B396MH-Maverick-Saddle-Sofa.html)
From there, think I'm going to skip up to Dover NH for the Stonemarche BD event, if just for a little while to watch Nomad beat up people. Emailed the autocrat, pooches are welcome, so perhaps Mr. B will come with me to give Ms. K a break for a while.
Then it will be back to Chez Illi-Bomber for more Nice Long Walks and mulled cider.

I'll be around after 7, so if anyone's in the area, I'm up for company. I'll be around tomorrow too, thought tomorrow might find me using this fabulous kitchen to make pie.

Pie pie pie.

- K.

it really is...

Fall, that is.

I did order my couch - it will be delivered tomorrow morning. Yay! I wasn't sold on the idea of owning furniture, but... it's hard to entertain with nothing but an odd assortment of kitchen chairs. Now I'm rather looking forward to it, as indoor weather is fast approaching.

Got a call from DrthCr1, and so rather than find the event, I went over and helped him with some house stuff. Felt good to be productive.

On the way home, I drove down through the greater Acton, stopping to get a bag of dropped apples with which to make pie. It was absolutely beautiful out. Picked up some stuff at Idlewylde, and hit the grocery for pie-making supplies. Came back to the Chez, managed to screw up a frozen crust (razzlefrazzlefuckingdunderhead..) but got the pie in anyway. Had a lovely dinner of goat cheese, crackers and figs, and in 20 short minutes, I'll be taking the two pooches out again for another nice long stroll.


Acton will always be Fall to me. I lived there through all her seasons, but she wears fall the best. It felt good to wander through today, like slipping on an old sweatshirt. At the same time, it was so empty. There was no one with me to share it with, none of those who would have been in the past. No walking around the corner to leave pumpkins on people's doorsteps. It was beautiful, sweet, sharp, and a little melancholy. I can't say I miss the lifestyle, but I find myself wistful about it. I think really it was just the great proximity of so many of my good friends.

Now, tea, and that walk.
- K.