It's a long way from "Service Above Self" yet news of the East Coast hurricane immediately turned my own thoughts to grass raking and Compost Piles. Certainly I felt far from noble, mealy minded, a republican in waiting so to speak, but I have maintained an opinion that late season grass cuttings make good compost, and hurricanes are late season events. Trouble with the wretched month of September is a person can easily forget that winter is soon. In the morning he pops himself into his shorts, waddles downstairs wondering why it's hot as Hades and still dark.
On the brighter side it's been a prolific year for Turkey. And here I mean the
two legs and feathers kind, not the two legs and red tie kind. It's difficult to
move around in the outdoors without upsetting a posse, and like the red tie kind
the feathered kind do have that supercilious moment, a "let's not talk to him"
minute or two before rapidly departing nose first into the air. Me, I wish they
wouldn't treat me like a pariah. No reason we all can't go about our business,
nod politely, instead of this fuss and bother. Mind you I do understand that my
own species, is not held in high regard by Turkey.