Fire Island October Morning

I've been busily attending to a lot of undone things. This morning I sliced up a bunch of apples and slid them into a frozen pie shell, instead of tossing out both the apples and the pie shell. I'm going to close the house next week, or maybe the week after. I tend to procrastinate this, this leaving here.

This morning Blondie urged me to take her to the beach. She loves to swim, and it's been too long since she's been there, which means a whole four days. We walked past a few tiny white tail fawns, obviously born late this summer -- she never chases them - not any more. She used to go after them when she was a puppy. She stopped when she learned she never cold catch them, and that they weren't dogs.

The moon, still in the cloudless western sky, was growing fainter. The surf was very calm, and of course since the moon was tugging it -- the tide was high. She found a shell and a long piece of bamboo, dropped them at my feet, asking me to throw them. She's a retriever, and that's what they love to do -- that and swim. So this morning she - we - were in heaven.