Turkeys

 

This time of year both constitutionals are at twilight.  It's quiet so I can just think. Maybe that's why this morning I remembered that Northwest Industries had called to tell me the bench I'd ordered at the State Fair was ready for pick up.  How long ago was that?  When I got home I checked on my phone - Sep. 19th., a Friday.  Oh, and that weekend I'd had a major problem to figure out.  It had preempted any thoughts about the bench but now that the problem was resolved (kinda), the bench had floated back to the top of my mind.    What I had planned for the morning could wait.  After breakfast,  I jumped in the car and drove North.  Even though I order my outside furniture at the State Fair in the Big City, it's actually made only 60 miles north of me in Rodeoville.   Leaf Peeping last weekend wasn't peak color but as I travelled further north the trees were more advanced and putting on a show of reds and golds.   Temps are still warm enough that I put down the windows, opened up the moon roof, and loudly sang along w/ The Ink Spots, Carly Simon,  the Dillards, and Il Divo (even the songs in Italian).  Fortunately the vast majority of the time the road winds through thick woods.  Once at Northwest Industries they told me to drive around back where Zeke could load the bench for me.  Zeke wrapped one arm around the bench, lifted it w/ ease, carried it to the car, and hoisted it into the back.  I was impressed.  Made a vow to work on my upper body strength this winter.  The way back was equally pretty and just as musical.   Life is good.