Metamorphosism

First fog

Driving to work Tuesday, I saw the first fog of the season. Apparently there's a fog season, who knew. I looked for deer, but it was too bright for them.

Fog has a calming effect. Fog is quiet. Deer in fog are even nicer, but fog is okay by itself, sort of coming out of the woods like that.

Around the bend in the freeway, there were a lot of dumptrucks and road construction machinery, and I realized it was actually dust. Dust is almost as nice, as long as you think it's fog.

This morning I screamed at Gamma. I told her to wear her glasses to school, which she must, and to wear them all day. She said she'd go to school without glasses and wear them in class, which means she did not intend to wear them. I got madder and madder, she started crying big tears. I got so mad I yelled and threw a ring of keys down onto the floor so hard that the cheap plastic piece of shit in the keyring broke.

Gamma is of the opinion she looks like a pig in her glasses. She wouldn't answer me when I asked who said that. She was not impressed by my statement that I think she looks cute in glasses.

I tried to calm down. She wiped the tears off her face and I walked her to school. I told her I would tell her teacher she had to wear glasses all day, but the lazy teacher wasn't at school yet when we got there, nor did she arrive before I left for work.

Gamma had her glasses on when I left. She still had them on when I snuck back a minute later to check. No idea whether she'll wear them all day. If I weren't her dad, I'd advise her to flush them down the toilet. Then we'd have no choice but to buy her new ones she likes.

When we left the house this morning, there was some real fog in the trees and around the chimneys. The first fog, Gamma said. Fall is coming, I said.