A.G.E's Joint

  It's Fall and everything is coming up pumpkins and spice. I'm ambivalent. Like many, I am frightened by what I don't understand, And the fascination with allspice, cinnamon, and clove is one of those things. I'll eat pumpkin pie at Thanksgiving and the week after. But the overflow of everything pumpkin for weeks at a time is beyond the pale.  Another thing I never quite got was corn mazes, such as this one outside  Kalamazoo, MI . I have a friend in Grand Rapids who swears by the experience. I just get bored.  I guess I'm just old and want to play with frogs, instead. 

  The trip was her idea, a way to get some "we time" between work and kids' stuff.  Jimmy's mom not only offered to take the kids, but she had paid for the reservation. Everything was going to be perfect. Kathy had found the perfect place in the mountains where they didn't have to worry about being quiet.  The drive up had been easy, with no traffic on the way in. The only problem was missing the turn to the Inn. But that was quickly fixed and they turned off the small sidestreet. The driveway was lined with wildflowers and the turning trees indicated summer's end.  They got out of the car and looked at the building. They knew it was going to be special.  Behind the desk was a small, blonde woman.  "You must be the Morris', we've been expecting you."  She handed them the key and pointed toward the stairs. "The Millhouse Suite is at the top of the stairs. Enjoy your stay."   Running up like a couple of kids, they started laughing whe

 I missed my calling in life. I should have been a  Lineman . I could be outside all day and make like a pirate in the Carribean. Instead, I sit in front of my screen with the Muzak in the background.  Oh, well. 

Cuddled together in a garden Sun reflected off their skin A broken faerie And her mate Resting, breeze flowing "Could I be straight?" She mused, adjusting a wing "You need not.." He said "You are my September Dream I don't want to stop believing."