“In quiet places, reason abounds”

Today is socks and sweatshirt weather. It rained again last night into this morning, and the day is bone chillingly damp. I had a library board meeting this morning, and I turned on the heat in the car: the first time this fall.

We’ve had days and days of dark skies and periodic rain. The temperature has dropped to the 50’s during the day and the 40’s at night. I figure this is a shoulder season: the time between the beauty of autumn and the cold of early winter. The blanket was welcome warmth on my bed last night as were Fern and Gracie huddled beside me.

Sunny, warm days are delights and give the birds reason to sing. Squirrels, the spawns of Satan, are active and jump from branch to branch and run across the top of the gate. The chipmunk who lives under my lawn scurries in the sun. Gracie sleeps on the deck. The cats sprawl in the sunlight streaming through the doors. I sit outside, read and take in those days, but they’ve been gone for a while. The warmth has been replaced by cold, rainy damp days. which are cause for staying inside, staying warm. I had to turn on the lamp as the house is so dark. It’s also quiet. Gracie’s snoring is the only sound I can hear.

I haven’t much ambition. Yesterday all my chores were completed except for the laundry which I’ll finish today, but then I’ll do nothing else. I have no list. As soon as I finish here, I’m going upstairs to take off my outside clothes and put on my cozy clothes. I’ll come back downstairs and let the afternoon unfold as it will.

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19 Comments on ““In quiet places, reason abounds””

  1. MT C Says:

    Even as you spoke, I had memories of those bone chilling days. Good memories mostly, and mostly out of doors, too. They usually came on right before hunting season, when the morning were heavy coat cold and the afternoons just warm enough for a nice nap under a beech tree while dinner played just feet away. And when the late afternoon chill would wake me and remind me it was two to three miles back to the car, it was time to start hustling to get there before the sun’s warmth disappeared totally.


    • Carl,
      You probably remember walking to school mornings this time of year when the air was crisp, and you could see your breath.

      We didn’t have a hunting season so I can’t share that memory but I do remember heavy coat days when you couldn’t play outside once the sun went down.

  2. Hedley Says:

    Conkers, now was the time that the prickly fruit of the horse chestnut tree yielded its large brown seed to the hopes and dreams of would be conker champions

    Happy days opening the green spikey exterior to review a potential champion. The conker had to be drilled through and a string attached for combat with a rival conker. Alternative turns of swing until your conker or the rival was split in two and you moved on to another contest.

    There were, of course, rumors of cheating, had the conker been soaked in vinegar ? had the conker been baked ? how it it become a fifty’er or better ? Who was the cad that was violating the street rules of conker ?

    We also slung conkers off the footbridge at Grange Road to watch the cars run them over or the wheels launch them like a catapult. No, we didnt drop them on cars

    It will be a long night for all East Coast Tigers fans as we take our first try to close out the Oakland Athletics.

    • My Dear Hedley,
      I have to believe that conkers was one painful game. Even the winner had to take his lumps.

      I’m happy to hear you just wanted to watch them launched or crushed by cars.

      I can’t think of an equivalent game that we played here.

      Go Tigers!!!

      • Hedley Says:

        Katmah, conkers was very much 7 or 8 age appropriate. but we did have fun always looking for that perfect seed that would help you attain world dominance (now wait for some stupid ass comment about how conkers weren’t global etc etc)

        Thank you – fingers crossed and other stuff

    • Bob Says:

      I think you are talking about the fruit of the Bois d’arc tree. We used to call them horse apples not conkers. Of course our friends across the pond call most common things something different. They call the hood of a car the bonnet and the trunk is the boot.

  3. olof1 Says:

    39,4 here at the moment and they say we’ll get frost tonight. I usually don’t mind but it’s raing like crazy so it will be an exiting drive to work tomorrow if we’ll get frost.

    I just opened the door for Sune so he could go outside to do his business, unfortunately my neighbor was outside as well and slammed his garage door. Sune doesn’t dare to go outside now 🙂 🙂 🙂 I’ll push out Nova at the same time next time he needs to go outside, that dog isn’t scared of anything 🙂 🙂 🙂

    Have a great day!

    • Christer,
      It has stayed nasty all day here, but the rain has finally stopped.

      Poor Sune! Puppies do get scared by the funniest things. One year I brought a cake in the shape of a lamb to my friends’ house. Their puppy went crazy and was totally scared by that cake.

  4. splendidone Says:

    Dearest Kat,
    I hate to hear of the dreary weather, my mother is on a bus tour of Cape Cod this week and of course we were hoping for sunny, dry weather. I am happy you share your daily life, I am sure you have no idea how comforting to read of you and the simple life I long for, Although I am very happy with my own, with 2 college age daughters away and their never ending drama, and a 13 yr old who goes from very rambunctious to almost a quiescent phase. Anyway I so enjoy reading of your life and memories, you always remind me of something in my past that had been forgotten. Delightful memories!

    • Welcome back, Splendid!

      I’m sorry your mother is not having the beautiful cape fall weather we usually have. It is my favorite time of the year here-but not this week. Maybe she’s finding seeing the old houses and the beaches make up for the weather.

      I love my life now, but it took 35 years to get here. Several of those years were spent chasing adolescents, being an assistant principal, so I understand the varied moods of a 13 year old. The house must be quiet with only one left at home.

      I’m happy to nudge your memories!

  5. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    I was in New Hampshire today so I don’t know what the weather was down here. Doesn’t look like it rained. Just murky.
    We have conkers but we don’t play conkers. I have no idea what that is all about. I just remember Mr Humphreys, from Are You Being Served, having a lucky conker in his pocket. The Spawns of Satan drop the husks in my driveway. I’ve never found the source tree for these things but it has to be more than 5 streets in any direction away from my house.
    I shopped at the farm stand and got some locally raised beef and veggies for a crockpot beef stew. My big accomplishment for the day. 🙂
    Enjoy the evening.

    • Hi Caryn,
      We had a chestnut tree near us when we were kids, but they were to hard to use as projectiles-they hurt too much.

      I looked up conkers, and it has to do with putting it on a string and hitting your opponent who hits you. The loser is one whose conker breaks apart first.

      That beef stew sounds delicious!!

  6. Bob Says:

    Today the sun broke out from behind the clouds and it warmed up to 80 degrees. October is the best month for weather in North Texas. October is when the State Fair runs for three weeks in Dallas. It’s the largest State Fair in the country.

    Glad to hear you got all your chores done and could enjoy the afternoon.

    • Bob,
      After the horrific summer you had, 80˚ sounds cool! It’s great you’re in the best month of the year. You deserve it!!

      I did feel accomplished. I didn’t do the laundry, but I did lemon oil a few of the old pieces of furniture I have. That wasn’t even on the list!

  7. Hedley Says:

    A strange day really, Detroit endures yet another visit from Terry Jones spitting his hatred and venom in the name of free speech. Alex Karras is gone perhaps this is why the NYT carried an article yesterday on the Lindell AC…Karras v Dick The Bruiser and Billy Martin against everyone


    And a little girl in Pakistan lies in a hospital bed, brutalized because she dared to blog about wanting to go to school.

    I wanted to post about the migration of the Sandhill Cranes which peaks this weekend with between 5,000 and 6,000 flying in to Baker Santuary near Battle Creek but it really is one of those days when the air hangs heavy.

    • My Dear Hedley,
      The world is so much smaller now, but we’ve lost an intimacy with each other and our surroundings. People don’t even know neighbors who have lived on the same street for years, streets no longer safe for little kids to walk to school on or play on in the afternoons before the streetlights come on. Us and them have frightening differences which can only be resolved by violence. Even little girls are victims.

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