Gentle Readers,
The trees are on the verge of changing at Refuge Farm. We were huddled around the First Fire of Fall last night, terrified. The temperature on the deck had dropped, and the last salmon and chicken and steak morsel was being mopped up with good red wine. We were almost paralyzed by the Debt Crisis….
Oh hell, we didn’t care. I am not sure the topic even came up, except that Jon-without and I had agreed to meet John-with at Willow for lunch on Tuesday if the Government shuts down. We ate and drank and generally made merry over a night that cleared and revealed all the stars in the Virginia heavens.
At some point the dog pushed Jim out of the bed and he crashed to the floor. It was the biggest event of the evening and I slept through it on the couch.
In the morning we shot semi-automatic rifles, since some of the visitors had never done that. Nice to be down in the country, and nice to have a big affectionate dog around. I need to remember to bring the water and food bowls back up north with me, since the dog forgot to pack them.
Maybe they will do something about the government tomorrow. If that happens, maybe the traffic will be better. I will have a lunch to go to.
Copyright 2013 Vic Socotra
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