Well, I had this awesome excursion planned for today, but it was contingent on a paycheck arriving in the mail yesterday, which didn’t happen. Now I’m waiting, fingers crossed, for said check to arrive today, but by the time it gets here–assuming it does–and I go to the bank, it’ll be too late in the day for the excursion because of the bus ride involved. So I might just go to Fred Meyer instead and do the shopping I desperately need to do, and go on the excursion tomorrow.

In the meantime, I’ve been killing time with fall leaves, Bishop, and my camera. This is what greeted me yesterday morning when I took Bishop out:

Yesterday morning was sunny–actually, all week was sunny until late morning yesterday–and the light was gorgeous on the leaves.

I’m an autumnophile.

I sat under this tree for a little while and enjoyed being showered with falling leaves.

Then Bishop started barking, so I had to go back inside.

And now for today, the cloudy penultimate Friday in October.

 

Ah, waterlogged leaves. College. The Cure’s Disintegration album, which is on my top-1o-of-all-time list but which I don’t dare listen to now for fear of what it will do to my fragile and tenuous okay-ness.

These photos were all from the walk I took between my first and second trips to the mailboxes. Yes, I’m impatient.

Then I decided that I should walk Bishop, especially because no one else was out. So we had a romp in the woods. Bishop got to run around (and around and around) without me dragging like a dead weight on the end of his leashes, which he always loves.

You can see the string of saliva on his nose–the mark of true excitement.

And there was mud, which he also loves, and shallow water to splash in, logs to investigate, hills to race up and down…

He had so much fun that I had fun, too.

I finally dropped him off at home, and then I checked the mail for a third time. Still no mail, but there was a guy waiting even more impatiently than I am, who told me he had asked at the office and they said mail usually arrives between 11 and 1. So I returned home, downloaded photos, and wrote this blog. Now it’s 1:15, so I’m going to trek back over to the mailboxes. And if that check isn’t here…well, I won’t be a happy camper.

But Bishop still will.