A gray pickup truck two cars behind the bus waved at me this morning. Makes me wonder if he sees me daily or if this was the first time. Also, was it hello; hello, it's a nice day; or hello, let's have sex? I smiled. It's just that it's never strange women waving hello.

Answered the phone while out the door for the duck pond this morning. It was my sister calling to ask me to meet her at the duck pond. How about that! And we did meet, and she gave me a pair of All-Stars with tiny polka dots and elephants on them for my b-day. Nice.

I don't know if THE blue heron makes his appearance just for me or if many park visitors see him fly in and perch atop the dead sycamore. It's his world and we're just living in it.

The boys dropped leaves one by one off the bridge into the pattering creek. Brilliant idea.

A confident doe stepped out of the forest, saw Lloyd the Destroyer approaching on wheels, and turned back, swiftly crackling the forest bed in search of safety.

Ohio does a marvelous rendition of fall.