“We take a last look out of the window at the night, and I send a silent wish to everyone out there for this kind of warmth.”
The rain has been a deluge at times and hasn’t completely stopped since Tuesday night. We’ve had somewhere between three and four inches of rain. Streets are flooded. Yesterday my mailman said he couldn’t get down the street beside mine as there was such a huge puddle he was afraid his truck wouldn’t make it. Gracie squats as close to the door as she can. She is no dumb animal. I have to go to the dump today so I’m hoping for a lull.
When I was a kid, rain and leaves meant walking carefully on my way to school. It was easy to slip and fall. The wet leaves covered the sidewalks as if glued to them by the rain. Mostly the downed leaves were yellow. It was a yellow brick road.
We didn’t carry umbrellas, and I didn’t have a raincoat. I always got soaked. In school, I’d just have to sit and wait to dry. At home after school, I usually put on my pajamas and slippers. They were my cozy clothes. I always wore slipper socks with anti-slide bottoms. I got a new pair every Christmas. Even now I have a couple of pairs, but they are old, and stretched. The toe ends are longer than my feet, and I have to keep pulling the sock part up, but that doesn’t matter. My feet stay toasty warm.
A cold spell is coming which just means the weather will be more seasonal. The nights will get down to the 40’s. It’s time to use my blanket and snuggle under the down.
Stews, casseroles and soups are winter meals to me. My mother would sometimes fill our lunch box thermoses with soup. She always included Saltines and a dessert. Most times she remembered the spoons, but sometimes she didn’t so I’d slurp my soup from the thermos cup being careful not to let the soup spill. I wasn’t always successful.
I haven’t gotten dressed yet. I am comfy and cozy. In a while I’ll drag myself upstairs, get dressed, fill the car with trash, brave the rain and go to the dump. When I get home, it’s back to cozy.
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October 26, 2017 at 2:24 pm
Music for a rainy day?
Selections from new old Dylan’s “The Bootleg Series Vol 13 / 1979-1981” are available on NPR First Listen now for about a week:
http://www.npr.org/2017/10/26/560044267/first-listen-bob-dylan-trouble-no-more-the-bootleg-series-vol-13-1979-1981
Musically one of my least favorite Dylan periods but I will certainly listen.
October 26, 2017 at 2:35 pm
Birgit,
I have been loading the car. It is raining but not as much as it was. I have no ambition even with a car filled with trash bags, but I haven’t any choice. I have a few cardboards boxes left.
Thanks for the link. Like you these are not among my favorite Dylan’s.
October 26, 2017 at 9:41 pm
Today was warm and sunny with a high in the low 80s. Tomorrow should be even warmer but colder weather is coming on Saturday.
Like your mother mine also packed soup in a thermos bottle for my lunch including the required saltine crackers. My aunt in NY was a wonderful cook and she made soup every couple of days because my uncle didn’t think his dinner was complete if he didn’t have a bowl of soup as an appetizer. She made every soup from scratch including chicken soup noodle, cabbage soup, vegetable beef or barley. All of her meals were the result of hours of preparation from scratch. Her beef stew, stuffed cabbage and braised short ribs were among her cold weather staples.
Where did October go? I remember Labor Day and now Holloween is just around the corner.
October 26, 2017 at 11:28 pm
Bob,
We had rain most of the day, but it let up enough for me to get to the dump. It wasn’t cold, just damp. We won’t see 80˚ again until maybe August.
My mother didn’t make too many soups from scratch when I was a kid. Once in a while she’d make chicken barley soup, a favorite of mine. My mother cooked basic foods when we were growing up, but she served fancier and more complicated foods when we were older.
Its so true. Time is whizzing by us.