hamster huey and the patchouli ptui
but then i took the dog for a walk in the woods (bird hills) and there was ample evidence of the storm. some big pieces of red oak, parts that took decades and decades to grow, but just seconds to snap off and fall to earth. and the clay paths washed clear and hard, piles of leaf and twig debris here and there and deep scour holes behind the larger roots and rocks. a regular network of freshets, and i missed it. but oh! then we come upon the low spot, with its still wet pool of silty organic ooey gooey kablooey. and all, a total steambath. they say it will be cooler tomorrow. we shall see.
after we got home i couldn't resist riding the white bike into town for a gelato (mmm...p u m p k i n g e l a t o), oh i am so cool to ride a bike with no brakes. but the streets were dead; it was like everybody left for the art fairs and then forgot to come back when they were over. but hey. the kids will be back, and i'll be sitting there with my awesome bike and my little cup of gelato. and they're going to have to deal with me.
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