TACC Postscript

 It saddens me to write again so soon with the need to clarify or put to rest some lofty bragging, of sorts, in my prior post "The Autumn Condiment Cow."  How quickly things change in WNY or more affectionately, The ROC.

The grand kids made it through one marking period already.  Half the class has been out for weeks due to various respiratory factors.  The issues of kids, germs, groups, and most importantly - learning - are more evident today than ever.  Can we get them to adulthood with a brain?  Bless the teachers, aides, and other administrators.  Their jobs are harder than ever.  So much for back-to-school excitement.

Hello, darkness, our old friend.  I'm not talking about falling back.  I'm talking about how it is proving to once again be difficult to continue BILL-ieving when the Bills are now 0-2 in the division. The man who leaps tall buildings, or at least other players, is now considered to be "day-to-day."  The defense is riddled with injuries and the offensive line has looked confused in recent weeks.  Ok.  Re-group.  Go Bills.

Apples are still the bridge fruit of life itself.  No one can take that away.  Not this year anyway.

It's 70 degrees and sunny today.  Snowflakes will be flying by Sunday.  So will the snowbirds who professed a love of the seasons.  

Ahh, the colors.  It look just one windy day to replace the brilliance of autumn colors with bare branches in silhouette against today's sky.  Somehow the sparkle turned to crisp, burnt copper blowing about the yard as soon as the leaves left the trees.  They take on a whole new vibe now that they have to be raked. 

And finally, the infamous Autumn Condiment Cow has been moved into the barn.  Will the need for condiments re-emerge when the farm opens for Christmas tree cutting/shopping?  Will the condiment utters be amenable to being squeezed for ketchup and mustard in freezing weather?    I think it will most likely be another "Josh Allen day-to-day" situation.  We will have to get through November before these burning questions get answered.

I will spend the upcoming weeks pondering that for which I am grateful.  I luckily don't have to look far, but our WNY focus does shift almost on a monthly basis.  So, goodbye October.  We will miss you and, as always, look forward to your return.