In which we experience an early-morning wind storm.
In which we go bowling with the Gingeriches and their kids.
In which my throat hurts.
In which I review the recent science fiction film, Serenity. I liked it but thought it flawed.
In which I attempt (and fail) to organize my nonfiction library according to the Dewey Decimal system.
In which I reminisce about autumns past.
In which I bemoan the fact that I am easily distracted, especially by ‘wide distractions’ such as the internet. Is there hope for me?
In which autumn is here. In which I attend the Multnomah Country Library book sale with Mitch and his children. In which we have dinner in McMinnville.
In which I remember what autumn evenings felt like as a child, especially the music.
In which I share a recipe for a rosemary-flavored cocktail from Ciao Vito. In which I have confidence in myself.