I left the house again today. Cha Cha: 2. Cold of Death: 1. I think going to work tomorrow will put the final nail in Cold of Death’s coffin. Bwa ha!
A few recent cold evenings have made all of the leaves in my very wooded neighborhood drop with a giant thud. One afternoon, the sidewalks are totally clear. The next morning, you can’t even tell there’s a sidewalk, or even a driveway. Leaves, leaves, everywhere.
I love it. And today was a brisk fall day perfect for raking. I saw families raking, little kids eager to help mom. Teenagers going after leaves, trying to pretend that it isn’t fun. And lots of men doing battle against errant leaves – some with rakes, and others not putting up with any shit, leaf blowers in hand.
My favorite was a man in a suit, leaf blower in hand. I was stopped at a light and I thought, “That man has lost his mind!” Then I realized that the house had an open house sign in the yard. He was the realtor. The realtor in a down market, desperate to have a good showing.
It made me think of Annette Benning’s character in American Beauty, stripping to her slip and cleaning like a woman possessed before showing a dated and unappealing – though clean – property.
But the man in the suit with the leaf blower? Well, at least he had a demonic look in his eye that admitted that yes, leaf blowing is darn good fun.
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