Fall and Other Things

I arrived home yesterday. Not much to tell; I was despicably well-behaved this year. ; ) I made use of the hours of lectures on extraneous offense evidence and offering hearsay statements of an unavailable victim under a party-opponent theory (er, bullshit)...well, let's just say I had plenty of time to indulge my postcard and stationary fetish. The one incredibly interesting highlight to all of this was that I had a long conversation with the attorney who's prosecuting the Yates case. I've seen a lot of sickening shit in my life and it's rare that just hearing about something literally makes me queasy....this did. There's not a punishment horrible enough for this fucking monster (and believe me, I could think of some doosies). Hearing about this case left me with an even more urgent longing for my children and I was supremely content when they came running out of the house into my arms once I was home.

I am also ecstatic to see my beloved friend back amongst the writing. (Oh, and the package did arrive, Val, and it is FABULOUS!!!!!! The grotesque puppet stamps were magnificent!! Heh! Thank you!!---I'll address this to you later! : ) )

So, home again, and back to my ordinary life. Fall is always the time of my metamorphosis...a time when I take stock of things and decide what will change. I have had such a strong feeling that this season will bring changes whether I choose them for myself or not...I can smell hints of them in the cedar smoke on the night breeze. It's as if the leaves are shaking off the trees to warn me....be ready. It knots my stomach with apprehension...that fight or flight response mixed with being bound by the roots to where I am. I find my comfort in those roots, though, and for the first time in a long while, I'm certain that I'm going to weather whatever storms blow in over the next few months.