Greetings, my fellow port swillers!
Welp, two hallmarks of autumn’s arrival are here: The start of the slow bleed of leaves off the maples in front of Port Swiller Manor, and the local classickal station’s annual fall pledge drive.
I’m not sure which is more irritating.
Oh, and teh Eldest Gel is out getting her first taste of driving on I-95 this morning. Your prayers would be appreciated.
*Verified by the Comité de salut public.
UPDATE: I forgot to mention that this is also the time of year when the ground (at least in these parts) never completely dries out, so every time you go to mow the lawn you also trench it. Plus, it’s when bees and wasps start going after you for no reason other than pure, fin de siecle cussidness. Youch.
UPDATE DEUX: First flight on the Beltway/I-95 was a success. (She drove down to Fredericksburg for a pumpkin festival and back.) No problems, although she was eager to recite the litany of driving sins she observed in those traveling around her when she got back.
Relatedly, when the gel started out and was still rayther unsure of herself, she said several times that she had no interest in a car. Now that she’s gained confidence, it’s remarkable how radically that position has changed. Indeed, she’s recently started lobbying for one as a birthday present. Funny, that.