Monday, September 2

Over the weekend I used my bow saw and loppers to break down the big storm-loosened tree limb that fell in front of my shed. A casualty of a previous ice storm, it had been hanging by a tough woody tendon for two years before finally breaking loose last week. Very satisfying. Its logs are stacked neatly in my woodpile and its branches now crackle merrily in the firepit while I sip strong beer out of an enamel cup and listen to Duke Pearce and Bud Powell. Piano trios are the coziest of musical combos. In the winter I listen to Bill Evans Trio practically every night. It's only Labor Day, but I'm embracing the cool weather and its symbolic shift into fall.

I've pulled out my sewing kit and am mending my neoprene smartphone armband which came apart at the seams during my run today. I've bought pricey ones and generic ones and they all fail, some sooner than others. I'll occasionally mend one when I get tired of having to replace them, though it rarely buys more than a month or two of added service.