Sunday, September 15--

5:16 p.m.-

      Optimism is gone from the riverbank. The trees, though mostly still green, show fatigue in their hue. Grasses and weeds and marshes have retired to mostly dead brown sprigs with slender suggestions of wan dusty green. Insects are gone but for a lone lethargic house fly circling inside the boat but for the first time this summer I've worn jeans and it can't get near bare skin for a bite. It's been a glorious sunshiny day for get-ready-for winter chores. The sun is warm enough to push off the sixty-five degree breeze.

      We're anchored on Bald Head. EZ, maniacal from her seat in the back of the car, is wading and blowing bubbles through her snout to pick out scraps of bark and other swampy morsels from the river bottom.

      It's startling to see such sudden changes after three months of forward-ho summer growth.

      While unloading the boat a man drove into the ramp area. EZ went wild, barking at his door, which he opened naively. She jumped up and pawed for attention; he petted her tentatively, though under duress, performing an act of hasty civility. EZ's surety of glad reception from strangers and uninhibited affection is a trait I've never been able to modify. A bit embarrassing at times when she blasts up to newcomers in public and grovels for loving. Last week a couple pulled up to the pier and before I could change her plans (seldom does she let here plans be changed once she's caught up in the moment) she'd jumped into the boat and sat on the same seat as a woman sat and licked her face. The woman, mortified at bared dog teeth approaching fast and definitely at her, relaxed minutely not to be bitten and patted EZ on the head, "nice doggie."

5:48-

      Have brought along the American Government textbook, quiz on Wednesday covering chapter 3 "Federalism." I answered 4 of 10 correctly on the first quiz ten days ago, a sobering wakeup call to pay better attention to my reading.

6:00-

      I spoke too soon about bugs being absent. A mosquito corpse is lying on the boat floor. Another is readying to join it.