Foyleeages
Friday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I’m always entertained at the way that the colloquial phrase “Fall Foliage,” gets mangled by the proletariat in the manner of it being describable as a tongue twister. Our Lady’s recovery from a medical situation had finally progressed to the point that we decided it would OK to go out of doors to somewhere pleasant, bringing along Moe the Dog, to take a short walk together amongst the ‘foyleeajes.’ We thereby drove about a half hour north of HQ, to the intersection of the Panhandle and Montour trails in the McDonald section of Pittsburg.
This particular trail location was described in posts from back in May of this year – here, and here. Back then, the folyages were spring time green, and I had been on my own. Moe had probably just been born into the dog shelter and pet fostering system, which ultimately brought him to us. Personally, I’m pretty much the same icehole.
Moe the Dog seemingly enjoyed a very nice time. Moe got to mortally wound a vole, as part of his never ending quest to annihilate all mammals smaller than himself, then menaced another dog, and os now capable of pulling me forward – via the leash – at great rates of speed that I’m uncomfortable moving at. He’s also discovered ‘dog anchor mode,’ wherein he suddenly stops moving and solidly locks onto the planet. The vole thing happened during one of these sudden stops.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
It’s ‘leaf season’ hereabouts, when the autumnal ‘burning hills of Pennsylvania’ asserts itself. Lots of orange and yellow colors are painting the hills of Appalachia, and it’s not just a hundred shades of green for a change.
Really nice experience, this. Moe the Dog ate about four pounds of those autumn leaves, then accosted a passing stranger and forced the poor guy to accept his puppy love attack. The guy didn’t mind, and Moe – thankfully – didn’t bite him in the crotch. Our Lady was beaming, taking the sun, and esthetically enjoying the setting.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I guess we were wandering about in this area for a couple of hours, but after an interval we had other places to go, and more prosaic things to accomplish. Our Lady enjoyed herself, after enduring a three week long hermitage. It was a good walk, with ideal climate. We stuffed Moe the Dog into the Mobile Oppression Platform for the ride back home. Moe fell asleep while standing in the back seat.
All was right in the world, at least for a few hours on an autumnal afternoon in Western Pennsylvania. This was the 7th of October, mind you, and it wasn’t until we got home that we saw the news from overseas about Israel. I think lots of things about that, but it’s not my wheel house and will be staying out of conversation about it, except to offer my actual reaction – ‘oh my god, all those ordinary people on all sides of this… who have been caught in the middle of all this hell… uggh.’
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“I think lots of things about that” too.
Pittsburgh has excellent medical facilities, thank goodness. Good choice.
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October 27, 2023 at 8:28 pm