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Not ready

I guess it’s really fall, but somehow I’m not adjusted yet. I still feel like it should be summer. Today it’s dreary and raining – I guess that should convince me. I biked to an 8:00 a.m. meeting on the east side, and then left my bike in a friend’s garage and took the bus back downtown. Which meant I got to see a pretty serious 2 car collision on E. Washington, while I was waiting in front of the high school for my bus, only about half a block from School Woods. I was facing east – watching for the bus – and I heard a squeal of brakes and turned around to see a big white van broadside a grey sedan. I think maybe the car ran the red light; the van was in the right – but I really didn’t see. I called 911, but while it was ringing the cops pulled up, so I hung up. Just as my bus appeared, the 911 operator called my phone back, and I gave my name and the location of the accident, and thankfully, got to leave it at that because I really didn’t see. I got to hang up and get on the bus.

Anyways, last night I made what’s usually the first dish of fall for me – a winter squash gratin with a herb-y, wine-y, tomato sauce and cheese – Gruyere, or last night I used aged Gouda and some Parmesan.  And gosh-a-rooni, looks like I felt the same last year in September. Cooked the same dish – this year, I roasted the delicata squash rings in the oven instead of frying; used a couple of sprigs of rosemary I’d been keeping in a glass on the counter and a bay leaf and red wine in the sauce; used that last lonely onion from the downstairs fridge instead of leeks; 3 little squashes and 5 tomatoes – but, really, the same. Creature of habit – or old and set in my ways.

One of last year's shots, suitably faded & bordered - tho I didn't go as far as sepia-toning

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