“One might well say that mankind is divisible into two great classes: hosts and guests.”

Today is another beautiful, warm day with a bright sun and a blue sky with just a few fluffy clouds. It is already in the 70’s. Tonight, though, will go down to the 50’s and will usher in daytime highs in the 60’s, far more fall-like weather than we’ve had. The doors and windows are open, but with cooler days coming, I guess I’ll have to start thinking about putting in the storm doors, the beginning of the cold weather rituals.

When I was a kid, my father would spend one whole Saturday putting in the storm windows. They were kept in the cellar during the summer. He’d have to take down the screens first, haul the storm windows outside, wash them and then attach them to the house window frames. There were hooks on top of the frames to hold the storm windows. My father would tilt the storm window at the top until it could be hooked. Sometimes it took a few, okay maybe several, tries before he’d get the upstairs windows attached. He was never happy about that. One thing my father lacked was patience. We’d watch the window exchange the whole time. My father used to lean out of the upstairs windows and attach them from there. He used a step ladder for the lower windows. Those Saturdays were the times when my vocabulary of four letter words was expanded the most. It was always a most entertaining day.

My guests are due between one and two. I’m just about ready. All I need is the wash to finish drying. I think I need guests every week as this is the fastest I’ve even gotten the was done. Usually it sits by the cellar door until I run out of underwear. This load never even sat by the door, a miracle of sorts.

My usually quiet day has been interrupted by the sounds of motors. The first sound may have been someone shutting down an irrigation system and the next was like the sound trimmers make. I saw the kids waiting for the bus this morning. They were riding scooters until it was time. I’m not usually up and about that early, but I had a meeting this morning.

I haven’t planned anything for today. I figure we can sit and enjoy each other’s company for a while. Later, we’ll take a ride, maybe stop at the beach and a shop or two. I get to play tourist.

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8 Comments on ““One might well say that mankind is divisible into two great classes: hosts and guests.””

  1. Birgit Says:

    Motor sound here too in the morning, a construction company cut down a huge old wonderful tree, it was the biggest tree around. We lost a great sight, another part of remaining nature and the ravens lost their home.

    Have a great time with your friends!

    • katry Says:

      I wish the morning was far more quiet. I think there should be some consideration for those of us who sleep late and don’t have to go anywhere.

      Thanks-the good times have already started.

  2. Bob Says:

    Like your father I get frustrated doing jobs around the house. Generally I don’t have the skills, I’m a klutz, nor do I own the proper tools. I like to take estimates from handyman. I’m the kind of person who has to stop and think, “Righty tighty, lefty loosey”, when confronted with a screw, bolt, nut or even a mayonnaise jar.

    This morning I got a chance to wear my new light jacket that I got in February. It was a chilly 55 degrees this morning with a high in the upper 70s. A little cooler tomorrow morning, but ninties come back by the weekend.

    • katry Says:

      My father didn’t have the skills either, but that didn’t stop him from giving it a go. My mother had the numbers of all the plumbers and electricians who could fix the damage.

      I also do the Righty tighty, lefty loosey thing when opening jars.

      Wow, that is really low, 55˚, compared to what it has been there. No wonder you needed a jacket. We were warm in the morning and even warmer all day, 75˚, most of the day. It is now colder and will go down to the 50’s tonight.

  3. olof1 Says:

    I’ve never heard that anyone here has had storm windows but we had and I have similar ones that we put up inside the house instead. They were always takenb down when spring came and people wanted to let in fresh air in their homes again. I guess they work just the same but we didn’t have to risk our lives to get them in 🙂

    Sunny during the days here and rainy when I come home. At least the clouds stop the frost from coming again, theyb had snow yesterday in the northern parts of the country yesterday and I’m not happy to hear that.

    Have a great day!


    • katry Says:

      We all have storm windows or multi-paned windows to keep out the cold. Mine are double paned. All I have to do is lock them and they’re ready for winter. The screens stay down all the time.

      Sunny but a bit cooler today than yesterday. It is still not fall-like weather. Tonight is perfectly lovely.

      My sister in Colorado had snow the last few days too. Last week it was 90˚ there. Her weather usually makes it here about a week later. There better not be snow!!

      Have a great day!

  4. Jay Bird Says:

    So funny! We had exactly the same kind of storm/screen windows in my house growing up. Hooked from the top. The second story called for the tall ladder, and my dad had me up there with him from age 12 or so. I hated high ladders, but Pop was tough-love kind of guy, and it was only twice a year. He’d climb up first and I would tote the window up the ladder, holding the bottom while he secured it over the hooks.

    The storm windows helped a little. Early 1930’s house. My bedroom faced east toward the Green Mountains of Vermont. Less wind, but still freezing cold all winter. Tiny hot air vent; no insulation. That house is gone… now a Walgreen’s parking lot.

    • katry Says:

      We do share so many similar memories.

      My dad and a ladder were an accident waiting to happen which is why he’d change the second floor screens to storms by leaning out the window. I wonder what the house windows are now. Unlike yours, my house is still there so I’ll check next time I’m there.

      My room wasn’t as cold as yours but often there was ice on the inside window. I’d use my nail and write something in the ice.

      I think I’d be under tons and tons of blankets in your old house.

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