Amused Cynic

I always liked this Dave Mason song. It is a very misty morning here, having dropped from a high of near 70 degrees to an overnight low of about 40. Despite being up late, cleaning up after my charity event and watching the Eagles lose to Dallas, I was up at 6, watching the deer munch my neighbor’s landscaping across the street. I had a new anti-deer system installed, and the deer don’t come here anymore. They’re very pretty when they’re on someone else’s property, though, particularly when it’s a misty morning….very idyllic, pastoral, like an impressionist painting in motion.

My charity party went great last night. Oldest son showed up, new girlfriend in tow (another redhead!), passing through on his way to the Eagles game (someone had given me a pair of tickets, and he’s their hugest fan…too bad they lost). He looked great, seems to have totally moved on from his break-up. I think he’s getting taller, too, he’s gotta be at least 6′-2″ by now, and he created quite a stir when he walked in on my party in his Brian Westbrook “home” jersey (green), with this lovely girl wearing his David Akers “away” jersey (white). He really looked like a million bucks, just wish the Eagles could have beaten the Cowboys for him.

And today I get to bring Rin-Tin-Tin home from the hospital. Life is good.

UPDATE: The pup has landed. I am about to lie down on the patio with him and take a nap. On this beautiful Indian Summer afternoon, with leaves falling on us. I am so tired.