"Look around, leaves are brown, and the sky is a hazy shade of winter"

The light coming in my room this morning was an uncommon color and i realized that the wind over the past couple of days has blown all the leaves off the trees and the light is pouring straight in my window from a hazy gray sky. The day feels like it woke up stark naked and isn't sure what to do with itself. Every now and then a sunbeam creeps through, but the wind is causing the thermometer down the road to read 35F. It's sure to freeze tonight and i can't figure out how to drain the oil from my lawnmower so it's not ruined. I have a call into a friend for help. Somehow i managed to crank the thing closed so tight that i can't get it to open again. So, i'm doing what i can do. Move the excess branches out of the yard, do laundry, take the car to someone else for an oil change (oh, and an inspection too since they noticed my sticker expired in July). Next on the list is vacuuming and dusting again. I did that all so well two weeks ago, and somehow my house has collected more dust again.

Last night i watched Bridget Jones's Diary with a friend and laughed heartily at a character that i identified with far too well. Sometimes it's good to laugh at yourself. If you take yourself too seriously you just get depressed. This evening i hope to play with friends again. Maybe even catch the Wailers tonight. We'll see how that goes. For now, it's vacuuming and some flute playing to entertain myself.~w

After a day where machines broke if i came near them and i seemed to be surrounded by a fog of scattered energy you'd think i'd curl up safe and hide in my house. But no. Actually i managed to make a major break through in my finances and then i met some friends for dinner. I have to say that none of us really know each other all that well to begin with, but the evening was joyously fun. I don't think i've laughed that hard in ages. Course, when you're having that much fun the time flies and suddenly you're home late and getting to bed late and late waking up in the morning. One of these days i'll get it all together.~w

My eyes are itchy and watery this morning and i didn't want to get out of bed. It is chillier outside again and i think the smoke at the poetry slam last night got to me. I feel like curling up in a ball and relaxing, but i have business to do today. I'll just have to do it at an easy going pace.

I'm craving an egg mcmuffin, but i don't have cash or the time to get cash and get an egg mcmuffin and get to work.

It's another sparkley colorful day outside, even if it is cold.

Oh, i mentioned Poetry Slam. I think now Asheville officially has one again. There was one in September and one in October and now there is one planned for every 3rd Wednesday of the month. That means we need poets. There were quite a few who read last night and a pretty good sized crowd. Next they want to bring fabulous features in to help build up the audience. It could happen.

I really should go to work...~w

The leaves are billowing around like kites and the sky is full of color. It's strange for me to realize that fall doesn't have to be grey and damp. In fact it hasn't been grey or damp, but it did get cold here for a bit. Still, the days are balmy again and i realize that i've missed fall the past few years. Sure, i got little pieces of it, but not the overall feeling of fall. Each day my yard is a different color as the different trees change. I think there's a hint of magic in the air. You know the kind where you take in a big breath of fresh air and when you exhale...anything can happen. It may be hard for me to work today. I feel like i'd rather run around outside and dream up new worlds.~w

You know i think there are some days you just have to get creative with in order to get through them. Yesterday my day of work started with my computer unable to find the operating system and swallowing the cd that my boss tried to use to fix it. When the tech guy showed up in the afternoon he unplugged it, then plugged it in again and tapped it and talked nice to it and it came back to life. Okay fine, just make me feel like my Mac at work knows i resent it for not being a PC. I have to admit it's stylish, but i also find it annoying. Today, i'm thinking can only be better in that world. I'm hoping i can find some time to carve out for creative exploration today. I can't decide if i want to write or play the flute or sing, but i'm leaning toward flute for some reason. Perhaps it's because i don't feel the pressure of results when i play the flute...oooh, or i could pull out my bass that has been gathering dust. In any case, i think i need to play with music this evening.~w

Whew what a weekend! I listened to great poetry and music and danced and danced and danced. I think my favorite band of the weekend was Viva Quetzal and my favorite poet was Lucy Anderton because she holds the moon in her throat. Though picking favorites was hard considering at every turn there was something to watch or listen to or taste or touch all weekend. Next time i must remember to bring a flashlight if i plan to go up the mountain in the dark to the drum circle (or wait for a full moon). Now i must take my tired and achey body in to work, but for some reason i have a burning desire to get my hands on a nice cedar flute and just site in the backyard and play the day away. Maybe tomorrow.~w

I've got company and things to do at the festival today. I'll catch ya up later. ~w