Today was a beautiful day esp. for November Nebraska. This is just the cat playing with the mouse before it kills and eats it, I guess, patting it around a little. (Somewhere I heard that most mice die of a heart attack before they're ever eaten.)
Anyway snow is on the way this weekend. But today a golden late fall day, we played frisbee behind Kauffman on the notorious hump that used to be Bancroft. The gravesite of my first ever college class. The sun was glinting off the grass and I noticed a million little spiderweb gossamers in the grass of the hill. If you looked close, you could see more floating down out of the sky, and I thought, have they always been falling and I never noticed? Were I to sleep standing for a year would I awake buried to the neck in them, my punishment for never noticing before?
Posted by Alan at November 20, 2003 10:21 PM