Fall Has Come Again

There are several ways I know when fall has arrived. For one, my old cat Charlotte yells at me to get her heating pad out of the garage and put it in her bed. Also, there comes the leaves making a mess all over the yard, not that I have to pick them up any more, but they do make my allergies worse. I know when I feel the pounding pressure in my head and I have to get out the nose spray fall has arrived. And then there is the arrival of my good "friend" and neighbor, Sylvia, back from a not so long enough summer in her California home. I shouldn't talk nasty about her "bless her heart", not that I could possibly get a word in edge-wise when she is around. I don't mind talking - uh, I mean listening, to her but she feels compelled to tell me every detail of all the charity work she has sweated over for the entire summer. She does admit, under her breath, that she didn't do it ALL by herself. Once in a while she will change the subject long enough to ask me if anything gossipy has happend while she was away, but before I can get out three words she is cutting in again to tell me about something that she did, not knowing how she could have possibly forgot to tell me. I will have the good fortune to have her around until Spring. Oh, how I like to see an early spring. Oh, good readers, have I told you that FALL HAS COME AGAIN? See you later.