“All the Venables sat at Sunday dinner”
Outside, in the damp, cool morning I was comfortable wearing a sweatshirt, and I thought the weather perfect for hot coffee. During any break from reading the papers, I watched both the usual backyard morning antics and a few new ones. The birds were constant, mostly tufted titmice, but the chickadees too came, and I noticed a second downy woodpecker. I always there was only one. The antics were performed by a couple of gray squirrels. They are building a nest for the winter. Each, in turn, would chew off and carry away a small branch. I had followed them with my eyes as they carried the branches to the top part of the tree and was able to find their nest. One squirrel, during his turn at the branches, hung by his feet and swung back and forth until his front paws grabbed the branch and then he pulled it free and ran up the trunk of the tree. I decided to start taking pictures of their antics so I came inside to get my camera, my telephoto lens, the phone, just in case I get a call, a second newspaper and another cup of coffee. The lens and the phone got stuffed into the sweatshirt pouch, and I managed to juggle everything else. I opened the door with my elbow, stepped onto the deck and found out it was raining. I walked back inside. put away the camera, the lens and the phone then sat down to read the paper. I miss being on the deck.
I now have no plans for the day. On a rainy day the roads are filled with tourists so I’ll be content staying home. It will be like a Sunday when I was a kid, a quiet day almost like a whisper.
Saturday was the favorite day of the week: no school, Saturday morning television and a matinee at one. Friday was a big day, the end of the school week, which made getting up and going to school a bit more tolerable. Monday was, of course, the worst day, the inescapable start of the school week. Sunday was different than all the rest. It meant church clothes, mass and staying around for the family dinner. It always seemed a formal day. Today feels a bit like that.
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August 22, 2010 at 11:54 am
All that work for nothing 🙂 🙂
I´ve been tired all day so I´ve done as little as possible. But my neighbour had visiters and they had left their dogs in the car and parked the car in the sunshine. So I had to tell them to take out the dogs. I didn´t need to tell them that if they didn´t I would call the police. It´s actually allowed to destroy car windows here if they have left animals or children in a hot car.
It has always been tuesdays that has been the worst day in the week for me and since we didn´t go to church sundays was as good as saturdays 🙂
Have a great day now!
Christer.
August 23, 2010 at 11:44 am
Christer,
I did nothing yesterday, didn’t even get dressed. Today I have already been busy and have more to do. Life seems to be that way.
It is the same here with animals left n a car. If I take Gracie on a hot day, I leave the car running with the air conditioning on.
August 22, 2010 at 4:52 pm
Tourists still crowding the streets up there? We one family from D.C. is visiting Martha’s Vineyard, is that close to where you live? I see more bloggers jumping on the President for wasting tax dollars, taking a vacation on top of Michelle and daughter going to Spain. I think it’s all some insanity in the mainstream media as well. I plan to visit Spain when I retire.
August 23, 2010 at 11:45 am
Z&Me,
This is the last hurrah for many as school is starting for some. The weekdays will be quiet after Labor Day but not the weekends-they’ll boom through October.
How many days did Bush spend on his ranch?
August 22, 2010 at 5:20 pm
The phone rang early on Saturday morning – A somewhat despairing Big Rick announced that the Tornado had taken out Stoney Creek Park…he committed to monitor the situation while I had visions of a large mud pit where the lake had once been.
Open, said he, and so said the internet, so off we went this morning at 7.00 am to find deer feasting, and 14 wild turkey oblivious of an alley of destruction that had pulled up trees by the roots, taken down limbs and generally caused quite a mess.
Our park is changed, with large branches crashed into dense woodlands. A new kind of desolate beauty has taken hold
Off to Chicago to tell the 24 year old not to party like a 24 year old says Big Rick, while I consider the sobriety of damage to a beloved neighbor.
August 23, 2010 at 11:47 am
My Dear Hedley,
I am so sorry as I know how much you love Stoney Creek Park, but you still see the beauty, though desolate, and I think that is comforting, and the animals abide.
August 23, 2010 at 8:49 am
kat, sounds like autumn is knocking on your door there, thanks for the lovely music it made my morning!
August 23, 2010 at 11:48 am
Splendid,
I’m glad you enjoyed the music as it took a while to choose.
Yup, I can see the stirrings of autumn.