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Amusingly enough, this day, October 4th, is also the feast day of St. Francis of Assisi, whose teachings I knew more about growing up than those of the bible. As the patron Saint of Animals and Nature, which went over big with my immeadiate family, each in their own degree of Catholicism, he was something they all could agree on.

Presented to me as gentle and restrained, acredited with such sayings as “Lord, make me an instrument of your peace” and “Preach the Gospel at all times; use words when necessary” I think I understand the roots of my disappointment beween theory and practice of the Christian Church.

Like many other people whose blogs I read, October is hands down my favorite month. It is ur-Autumn for me, and as I revealed here, Autumn is the ultimate of seasons for me. Maybe because I was conceived then? I don’t know.

It’s all my favorite colors, all my favorite foods, all my favorite clothes.

It’s time to go to the beach now that the bennies have all gone home. In the fog. But that was New Jersey, the butt end of New England, not really New England but not really part of Delaware, Maryland and Virginia either. You still get all the leaves going red orange and yellow–god I miss that. And the thunderstorms. And the proper orchard experience with cider donuts, caramel and maple. And that gold, gold late afternoon light that sometimes lights up a whole tree against a stormy slate grey sky. Makes my heart ache just thinking about it.

I’m always happy and furious all at once. I’m homesick, but I really don’t know for what. And I want a thousand things all at once. I can’t stop doodling, thinking and plotting. I’m compelled to light candles and make tea all the time as I voraciously go through books and music that I just hunted down. It’s my New Year, I purge and clean and redo. I’m looking forward to October 26th when Kip and I will exchange our summer curtains for velvet winter drapes, on the day we Fall Back.

There is good wind in Portland and superior skies and the leaves do fall, though they generally go right to brown, then drop. But the flowers in most the yards around me are of autumn color, so that helps. It’s still a time of transition; I’ve always been a fan of the betwixt and between.

I do believe spam has reached a new level of annoyance.

At some point yesterday, a comment was posted to an older entry on this journal of mine. A totally inane, generically antagonistic comment that I will quote here:

here is a free tip:
if you don’t know what you are talking about don’t post online.
I’m sorry I don’t buy what you said but it’s to[sic] cheap.

I might’ve taken this comment a little more, uh, seriously, if it had not been left on the entry ‘Cause everybody’s doing it where I simply announce my decision to have the Recent Comments feature in my sidebar, displaying in what entries the seven most recent comments were made and by whom.

I’ve seen this type of thing before on other blogs; randomly placed hostile comments that have nothing to do with the post topic nor even the blog in question in a general sense. I always just assumed it was some yahoo trying to start an argument—or whatever—as I’m pretty sure I had seen the same exact comment on a few different journals, on the same day.

And I would’ve simply dismissed this as the same—if the user name given wasn’t “phentermine” and the non-existent url listed with the comment didn’t contain the word phentermine twice. I’m sure if I tried to contact the poster at the email given (a yahoo.com account, naturally) I’d immediately be put on a mailing list and then be solicited about a drug that would stimulate my hypothalamus gland in order to reduce my appetite. As that gland also controls my autonomic nervous system and body temperature, I think I’ll pass.

But, really, if you are going to barrage various blogs with a randomly placed comment, you ought get the right spelling of “too” in there.