Saturday, October 11, 2008

Sunny Warm Saturday

Football weather. Watching, sort of, U of M Football on the Big Ten channel. We are tied at 10 in the second half. Better than before, but one problem. We are not playing a Big Ten School. We are playing Toledo and they are giving us trouble. So sad. All of Michigan's older players left when the new coach came. So Sad. Nevertheless this game is crucial. To me its like if they can't beat Toledo, perhaps they should start playing high schools. SAD SAD SAD!

BOTTOM LINE: WE LOST!
Who are these guys? & what have they done to my
Wolverines?

Got more paper sorting done today. Sorted doctor bills, and was able to file or shred some more investment papers that showed up on the way. Spent two hours. Listened to Bobby Vinton on vinyl. I never realized how many of my popular records back then were love songs, and how many of those songs were Oh, so sad. Bobby Vinton is available on Pandora radio online, but unfortunately my little computer doesn't like to stick with it too much.

Got the game on both upstairs and in the basement. I am doing laundry in the basement, so I won't miss it, but then unlike other years it is not all that exciting.

Today is a day for my favorite Autumn poem:

October's Bright Blue Weather

    O SUNS and skies and clouds of June,
    And flowers of June together,
    Ye cannot rival for one hour
    October's bright blue weather;

    When loud the bumblebee makes haste,
    Belated, thriftless vagrant,
    And goldenrod is dying fast,
    And lanes with grapes are fragrant;

    When gentians roll their fingers tight
    To save them for the morning,
    And chestnuts fall from satin burrs
    Without a sound of warning;

    When on the ground red apples lie
    In piles like jewels shining,
    And redder still on old stone walls
    Are leaves of woodbine twining;

    When all the lovely wayside things
    Their white-winged seeds are sowing,
    And in the fields still green and fair,
    Late aftermaths are growing;

    When springs run low, and on the brooks,
    In idle golden freighting,
    Bright leaves sink noiseless in the hush
    Of woods, for winter waiting;

    When comrades seek sweet country haunts,
    By twos and twos together,
    And count like misers, hour by hour,
    October's bright blue weather.

    O sun and skies and flowers of June,
    Count all your boasts together,
    Love loveth best of all the year
    October's bright blue weather.

    Helen Hunt Jackson

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