There is music in the meadows, in the air
Autumn is here; Skies are gray, but hearts are mellow,
William Stanley Braithwaite, (1878–1962)
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Listen! the wind is rising,
and the air is wild with leaves,
We have had our summer evenings,
now for October eves!
Humbert Wolfe (1885–1940)
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Today, we went for breakfast burritos, then to Walmart to get the stew meat and hamburger I managed to get home without after shopping Friday. Now, we are each in our little nooks and doing "our thing". I'm obviously blogging and Merle's out in the garage sorting hardware.
Green chili ingredients are sitting on the kitchen counter waiting for me to assemble them into a thick, tasty dish that we will eat with warm, buttered tortillas. Perfect cold rainy weather comfort food.
I'm reading a book called Mexican Hat by Michael McGarrity. It's a mystery set in the southwest. I'm looking for a substitute for Tony Hillerman because I'm quite a fan of his work. His books are Navajo police mysteries, and I've read all of them, some more than once. However, he hasn't had anything new in awhile. This author isn't a Tony Hillerman, but I'm trying to give him a chance. His first book called Tularosa really didn't grab me at all, so I picked up the this one and it's a bit better although it's not one of those that I can't put down.
I also download books from the library to my Mp3 player and the one I'm listening to is by a new author I've discovered - Ted Conover. He is a journalist writer who immerses himself into a particular subject matter for a long period of time and then writes about his experience. My audio book is called Rolling Nowhere and he wrote it after riding the rails with hobos for a period of time. It's very good and I plan to either read or listen to all of his other books. He's been a prison guard in Sing Sing, driven a cab in Aspen and traveled with illegal immigrants, all subjects of books he has written.
All this talk about reading makes me want to curl up on the sofa with the afghan, a cup of tea and a book. So long.