“I’m so fast that last night I turned off the light switch in my hotel room and was in bed before the room was dark.”

My little nap seems to have done the trick. I fell asleep right away as the bedroom was still cool, and the outside world was quiet. The only sounds were from the chimes hanging off branches in the backyard and Gracie’s deep breathing. She had joined me for a nap. The two cats stayed downstairs for their naps.

Today is a perfect day. It is in the high 70’s, bright with sun and there’s a breeze to cool the air just a bit. We are 10 or 15 degrees cooler than Boston and a whole cooler than the western part of the state.

The deck is back to normal. All the furniture is in its usual place. Putting out the do-dads is all that’s left. When I say do-dads, I mean the rug, all the candles in the trees and on the tables, the window boxes, the flower pots, the prayer flags and the pictures for the wall. The shelf and the flower pots need to be repainted. I have new prayer flags and a couple of new strings of lights.

Yesterday while I was sitting in my car waiting for my friends, the wind blew, and I could see the pollen almost as dense as fog blowing off the tree. My car is covered in the greenish yellow pine pollen. I hate this season. When it gets hot, you don’t dare open windows as everything will be pollen covered. It’s like the harmattan in Ghana when the blowing wind brought dust from the Sahara, and it covered all the surfaces in my house. Dusting was a lesson in futility. It is the same with the pollen.

I drove my friends to the Logan airport bus because they were leaving for England early last evening. When I got home, the phone rang. It was Tony telling me Clare had left her pocketbook in the car, the pocketbook with the passports and plane tickets. Could I please hurry as the bus would be leaving in about 15 minutes, 10 minutes short of the drive. I drove like a maniac. The slowest I went was 75, and I cursed the car in front of me which kept me to that crawl. I swear G-force acceleration distorted my face. I drove into the lot and there they were, the last people. They smiled and threw their arms up when they saw my car. The driver was just putting the last piece of luggage in the bay. My timing was perfect. I handed them the handbag and Tony asked Clare if that was her bag. I wanted to say something sarcastic like I have 15 others you can choose from, but I figured it wasn’t the right time. Their gratitude was profuse. They immediately gave their luggage to the driver and got on the bus. Gracie and I went much slower on the ride home.

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2 Comments on ““I’m so fast that last night I turned off the light switch in my hotel room and was in bed before the room was dark.””

  1. olof1 Says:

    Quite nice here today but cloudy all the time. Didn’t matter that much, I still could have the kitchen door open all day. I did lots today so tomorrow will be a rather calm day, just a little laundry to wash but that’s it.

    We too have lots of pollen in the air now but it isn’t as bad as iYou have it thankfully. The last rainfalls washed our homes and all puddles were covered in yellow pollen. I guess bees are happy but I think I’ve become more sensitive to it now days.

    Great that You managed to get to the bus in time 🙂 Now days I hate driving fast but back in the days I loved the adrenaline kick I got from it 🙂

    Have a great day!


    • katry Says:


      I went to the dump yesterday so that is out of the way. Tomorrow is laundry day. It’s been sitting by the cellar door staring at me for three days.

      We haven’t had rain except mist for a week. It is supposed to rain on Monday, and I hope it does. Those pollen puddles are so filled that it gives a good idea of how much pollen is in the air, and it is usually disgusting.

      I was thrilled I’d caught the bus.

      I figured they’d not board the bus without the pocketbook so I did have plan B which was to drive them to the bridge where the bus would stop. I had checked the gas and found I had enough.

      The highway is sometimes a runway!!

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