An afternoon trip to Williamson

I drove down to Zebulon this morning and the sun was bright and the temperature was reasonable and I walked into the court and sat down with my opponent. Three and a half hours later, we walked out with a victory of sorts and a good feeling of tiredness. I drove back to Griffin and checked my mail and found a check, for a change, and so in one day had two promises of payment and a check, which is about as much as you can expect under the circumstances.

Tonight, Cindy and I met Chip and Robin for supper at a restaurant out in the country, west of Williamson, built into a hangar which houses some antique planes and cars and even an old International Harvester Farmall, which looked about the same vintage as my grandfather's two Farmalls, upon which dad used to ride us up and down the driveway.

The food was good and the atmosphere was nice and the company was cordial. We got to see some old planes take off and land. We got to talk about things and enjoy each other's company. At the end we walked through the small collection of planes and cars. It was fun.

Tonight, we got back home and we watched some television and now it is time for me to let the dog out to do his business. I will leash him and walk out into the dark carport and emerge out into the shadow of the trees above me. I will take a look up through the canopy to see the stars set in the firmament and feel the nightly breeze promissing the chill of Autumn.

It won't be long and we will make that trip up into the mountains to buy apples and caramel sauce and look for interesting pumpkins. Bags of boiled peanuts and cold German beer from some gasthaus in Helen. Walking around as the sun dips below the western mountains of North Georgia. Feeling the coolness. Glad to have a sweater or a jacket in the dying of the day.

We saw a Manx cat tonight. I hadn't seen one for a long time. This one was a pretty tabby, with the big tailless rump. I wanted to go out and pet him but we had other things to do besides petting cats.

It was nice to head out into the night and drive back through the country toward home. Even if Cindy lost her call to her mother because of a lack of signal. That was a small price to pay to be able to drive through the country on a cool early Autumn evening in Central Georgia.