Fireberry

It's October now. I started bicycling to and from work on the first of the month. The first day Alfred, who was off from school, accompanied me. It was his idea and it was an act of kindness. Sadly, during the trip he became distracted when another kid from his school biked by with his younger brother. Alfred tripped over a newspaper bag in the street and fell off the bike and on his face. He was in shock, was embarrassed in front of his schoolmate, and had to be taken home by a good Samaritan with a minivan. He fractured his elbow and now cannot play the trumpet or participate in gym. I feel very badly for him, but he gave me the courage to bike to work and now that is what I'm doing.

Art and I had a very absurd fight last night. He was telling me about how one of his theories about the Big Bang was recently vindicated. We discussed it and it absurdly led to a rampaging shouting match with wounded egos and general bad behavior on both our parts. We made up, but sheeesh..

The weather has been gorgeous. The quails visit our back yard each day in the late afternoon and they are fatter than ever. The fireberry (or pyrocantha) grows redder every day. They are predicting rain for tonight.