Autumn Skies

Two rolls of toilet paper and an old book called "Don't Say Yes When You Want to Say No" have been eaten by my dog today. (I never really read the book, because most people know that my polite "bugger off" will do the trick). She held a grudge against me, I crated her when I drove to Wingham. I had an appointment, and realized, halfway there, that I had forgotten my wallet at home. I had to do a big U-Turn and drive back to home base and then start my journey again, this time though, I was a tad heavy on the gas pedal. One of my biggest pet peeves has to be tardiness. I was ten minutes late. Driving back, a huge stone hit my windshield and although I don't see a crack or a ding, I am waiting for one to appear. The stone was the size of a gobstopper and it is still wedged under my passenger side windshield wiper. When it hit, I was in the middle of yodelling "Free Falling" by Tom Petty, and I was jarred out of my contentment. That is a good album (Full Moon Fever). I just love Tom Petty. My other favourites to drive with, or clean to (whilst bum wiggling and singing) lately: Beck The White Stripes Nirvana (that live unplugged album) Cub The Pixies Lemonheads Hair (the musical) especially that Frank Mills tune. I sing along, (or try, even my neighbour hates the sound of my voice. . .I am always singing or humming, but that does not necessarily mean I am happy, I just like to fill the air with noise other than that of tapping paws). So here I sit with a cuppa tea, and I am looking out the window at the big bilious black clouds that are sweeping across the sky. Autumn skies are so different then any other season. I wonder if it is because cold air is blowing across the relatively warm waters of Lake Huron? Hmmm.