Forever Autumn

The summer sun is fading as the year grows old
And darker days are drawing near.
The winter winds will be much colder
Now you’re not here.
—Justin Hayward, Forever Autumn

I’m not ashamed to admit how sad I felt to say goodbye to Aly last Saturday when she left for college (see Hand Me Down). We’ve done this the last several years, but this autumn may be one of the last times, as she’ll graduate when she finishes her last two quarters this coming spring. After that, she’ll make her way in the world to who-knows-where?

Listening to Justin Hayward’s Forever Autumn exacerbates my mood, or expresses my feelings better than I could, I don’t know which. Maybe it’s both at once. The song comes from Jeff Wayne’s War of the Worlds (paid link) project from the late 1970s, a musical retelling of the H.G. Wells science fiction classic. It’s really cool! You can also get it from The Best Of The Moody Blues (paid link). (Check your local independent music store, if you’ve got one.) Continue reading →

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Sidelined

The annual Tier II Subsistence Moose Hunt must have started this week.

All the signs are there: On Saturday evening, we startled a nice young bull moose on the roadside on our way home from taking Aly to the ferry. I seem to have developed a custom of sighting bull moose just before the start of the hunt. It’s inevitably my last sighting until well after the hunt ends. Further, we’re socked in with thick fog, and it’s raining—strong evidence that the hunt is underway. If the weather encourages one to linger by the fireside, warm and dry, it must be moose hunting season!

This year, I’m watching the hunt from the sidelines, like a boy who misses the neighborhood baseball game because he has to practice piano. And, just like that little boy, I’m grasping for the situation’s sour grapes, eager to find reasons I’m glad not to be hunting this year. Honest. Continue reading →

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