“Air, I should explain, becomes wind when it is agitated.”

Today I am accomplished. The first load of laundry is in the washer. I finally got tired of walking around the overflowing laundry bags in the hall.

The wind is blowing. When I look out the windows, I see brown leaves falling almost as frequently as snow falls. The weather feels chilly because it is damp. Rain is predicted for today, and the cloudy sky makes it probable. It is getting darker.

Maddie howled again last night. It is from loneliness. When Gracie and I slept downstairs, she slept the whole night. I feel so bad for her and wish she would join Gracie and me upstairs. She knows Gracie won’t chase her as she stands on the couch beside the sleeping dog when she wants to be patted. Gracie doesn’t even notice.

When I was a kid, I never got all that excited about Thanksgiving. There was no countdown like for Christmas. It sort of it just arrived. In school, we colored turkeys and wrote down why were thankful. I always said my mother and father. I was probably thankful for them, but I was even more thankful for knowing what to write down. The short school week was also a blessing but not one I mentioned.

Even though every week was the same when I was a kid, except for holidays, of course,  I never really tired of the day to day. I ate the same breakfast every morning unless it was so cold my mother felt the need to make oatmeal to insulate us for the walk to school. We walked the same route to school every day. It didn’t take us long, maybe 20 minutes or so. On cold days we walked a whole lot faster both to keep warm and to get to school sooner.

I remember walking backward against the wind on days like today. My clothes would sometimes billow, especially my skirt. Every now and then I did need peeks to make sure I was walking straight on the sidewalk and to know to face the front when I reached the curb to cross.

I need the lamp lit to keep the darkness away. It was the same when I was a kid. I was never afraid of the dark, but it wasn’t good for reading, my favorite pastime when I couldn’t go out to play after school. I remember lying in bed, comfy and cozy, with the lamp lit behind and above me and an open book in my hands. It felt perfect, almost like paradise.

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12 Comments on ““Air, I should explain, becomes wind when it is agitated.””

  1. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    The dogs and I have been for a couple of walks and I did clean up their poop area this morning. That’s about it. Somehow it doesn’t feel like I’ve accomplished very much today. The laundry is still in front of the cellar door and I can just glimpse a dish lurking over the rim of the pantry sink. Those are the two things I should do and I don’t want to. They will rebuke my other efforts until I cave and deal with them. 🙂

    Today is grey and damp. It might even be raining out now. It definitely feels colder than it is.
    I often walk backwards in the winter wind even now at my advanced age. Sometimes it’s necessary to avoid chapped cheeks. 🙂

    Enjoy the day.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      The first load is in the dryer. The second load will sit in the washer until I add a bit more to make it all worthwhile.

      I figure it doesn’t matter how much we get done because at some point everything gets done. I kept adding to the laundry bags, and they were getting too big to ignore. Tomorrow Peapod is coming so I’m going to pencil in putting groceries away as my one accomplishment.

      It hasn’t rained here yet but it is windier and darker so the rain is close.

      I am not out long enough to have to walk backwards, but I wish I was.

      Have a great afternoon. Enjoy your leisure!

  2. im6 Says:

    When I saw your entry earlier before you posted the music, I was betting it would be “wind” songs today and this is the first one that came to mind. In honor of KTCC’s folk roots, I was going to share the Kingston Trio’s version. But then I discovered this fantastic interpretation which I’d never heard before. (Incidentally, the spelling used in the original version from the musical “Paint Your Wagon” is Maria with no H).

    • katry Says:

      Sam Cooke could sing license plate numbers, and I’d love them.

      I have actually posted this 3 times by 3 different singers all of whom spell the name without the H: Harve Presnell, The Kingston Trio and Ben and Travis.

      I am definitely saving this song!!

  3. Bob Says:

    Turkey and football, an American tradition brought to you by Butterball and the NFL. When I was a kid I liked Thanksgiving because I got to eat one of the Turkey legs. I never liked the white meat because it lacked taste and was always dry. The sweet potatoes, veggies and stuffing were ok but the turkey was the star. Give me dark meat anyway. The Norman Rockwall cover of the Saturday Evening Post of the Thanksgiving turkey at the center of the table struck fear in the hearts of husbands everywhere who were expected to carve it perfectly at the table. My uncle Charlie attended culinary school and could carve the entire turkey and then layer the meat back onto the bird and replace the skin over the slices. The man was a turkey artist with a very sharp knife.

    The big football game was always the Detroit Lions and the Greenbay Packers in the early 60s. In later years it was the Dallas Cowboys and the Washington Redskins. We always ate around lunchtime so that my father could settle in on the couch and unbutton his pants to really enjoy the game. He usuall fell asleep in the third quarter in a tryptophan stupor.

    We all gave thanks in the evening for the turkey sandwiches with leftovers for supper.

    Today we hit 80 degrees with sunny skies. The moon looked humongous and beautiful.

    • katry Says:

      My father always loved the turkey leg. My sisters would eat only white meat, and I didn’t care. My father did eat quickly so he could get back to the football games. My brother usually joined him. The rest of us stayed at the table talking.

      We did have traditional dishes especially a carrot-squash dish we all make. My mother always made sage stuffing though we’d often also make a dressing in a casserole dish. My father cut the turkey, and he did a great job but nothing like your Uncle Charlie.

      I have no idea which game my father watched.

      We had hot turkey sandwiches for our first leftover then cold sandwiches with all the fixings then salad and finally soup. The turkey had the longest life once cooked.

      We were in the mid to high 50’s today but it is still raining.

      • Bob Says:

        What’s the difference between stuffing and dressing? I read somewhere that stuffing is really a savory version of bread pudding. Is that an accurate comparison?

      • katry Says:

        I was always told stuffing went in the turkey but dressing baked in the oven. My brother is a vegetarian so he could never eat stuffing.

        I always think of savory as salty or spicy and a bread pudding as sweet. I’m thinking the bread might be all they have in common.

  4. Rowen Says:

    Oh Maddie. I’m so sorry.

    • katry Says:

      I also feel so very bad for Maddie. Fern always slept on the bed with me and Gracie while Maddie slept in the guestroom on the bed. She’d join us in my room for morning treats.

      My sister suggested I sleep downstairs every couple of days. The problem with that is Gracie joins me on the couch and it isn’t easy to feel comfortable, but I suspect I’ll give in.

  5. olof1 Says:

    They said the wind would blow hard today but I can’t say I’ve noticed it even on the way home from work. I never notice it here at home if it blows from west as it is supposed to do today. We did get the rain though and I guess that’s better than snow 🙂

    Bertil still miss Orvar but he hasn’t howled, instead he has tried to become friends with the dogs instead and since he always has been nasty they haven’t been especially happy about it 🙂 I do hope Maddie can find some peace.

    It is easier for me to get bored at work now when I’m older but bot so much when I’m at home. I just can’t stand it when days are too similar and nothing happens. Thankfully they hire me out to the neighbor factory every now and again so I can get some variation otherwise I think I would go nuts 🙂

    Have a great day!


    • katry Says:

      Windy day here with boughs tossing and dropping leaves all over the ground.

      Last night she howled again. I hope she feels better soon as I’m so sorry for her. She and Fern were never great friends, but she misses her anyway.

      I have been lazy this week. I did do laundry and order groceries, but I didn’t go out but one day. I do have to go out later today, the biggest change of the week.

      Have a great day!

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