Had a doctor appointment to see what can be done about my screwed-up knee, but they cancelled. My friend Tess came over anyway and we went for coffee and did a bit of grocery shopping, where I bought vegetables. Ready-to-eat vegetables and hummus for dipping. Yay, me. Cedar’s makes avocado hummus. Can’t wait to try it.

It was a gorgeous day. In the fifties, breezy, with clouds zipping across the blue sky. It is kind of windy now. There is an advisory out. I like wind. We had big old cotton trees where I lived as a child, and the wind blowing through them made the best sound. Wind blowing through the pines at my Uncle’s father’s cabin in the mountains made a different, but equally wonderful, sound. I like wind.

It’s hard to walk with a painful knee, but it was so worth the pain. It is Stick Season in New England, a term I stole from a photographer I follow on Tumblr whose name escapes me at the moment. It’s the time after the leaves fall and before it snows. I love the term, and the season. Looked it up. Here

And here are my two new favorite quotes, both from Douglas Adams:

“He leant tensely against the corridor wall and frowned like a man trying to unbend a corkscrew by telekinesis.”

“The ships hung in the sky in much the same way that bricks don’t.”

Isn’t language beautiful?