“An invitation of a beautiful street is an invitation to walk within a dream!”

The deluge arrived yesterday in the early afternoon. The weatherman said the cape would get the most rain. We had 3.5 inches by then, but I think the rain stopped earlier than expected. Henry went out around 1:30 ( that would be AM), and the rain had stopped by then. It was damp but still warm, in the low 60’s, and it will be the same today, another rainy day.

When I was a kid, the walk to school wasn’t far: down the hill then across Washington Street to Pomeworth Street which led right to the front of the school. It was downhill in the morning then uphill in the afternoon. I loved Pomeworth Street. I got to cross the railroad tracks, and from then on the street was mostly straight with a wide sidewalk. Big, old houses bordered the sidewalk on one side. Trees lined both sides of the walk. They formed a canopy. I loved those trees in the fall with their bright colors, and I loved them in the spring when the first leaves appeared.

When I went to high school, I walked in the opposite direction and was by myself. The friend I walked to school with from the first grade to the eighth grade went to the local high school. I didn’t. To get to my school I had to catch a bus at 7:05 so I left my house around 6:45. The bus had a few people but was mostly filled with lots of us going to the same school two towns away. The bus driver must have wondered how he got stuck with a school bus.

It is dump day. I always think of Gracie and how much she loved going to the dump. She’d see the bags of trash, and she’d circle through the dining room, into the hall and then into the living room where she’d wait impatiently by the door. Henry hasn’t done a dump run. I’m trying to get him not to mind the leash. It is here on the couch, and he’s slowly getting used to it though he still jumps away if I move it too close to him. The leash is first then the car. I also still have a halter for him. It is slow going but it is going.

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4 Comments on ““An invitation of a beautiful street is an invitation to walk within a dream!””

  1. Birgit Says:

    Oh, a very early KTCC post, dear night owl 🙂
    It’s still sunny and warm here while nature cries for rain, tomorrow we might even reach 80°F. Time to think about a nice trip by train and/or bike.
    Good luck (and patience) with Henry!

    • katry Says:

      Birgit,
      It was one of those nights. I went upstairs at 3 and read for a while. I think it was close to 4 before I finally fell asleep.

      We had that rain you need. It didn’t clear until after 4. It rained so hard at times that Henry, who doesn’t mind rain, went out and turned right around and came back inside.

      Henry has taught me patience, but he is really coming along. He goes to the door when I’m outside, and he went to the door to say hello when my pizza was delivered. He comes way into the kitchen now. He follows me around. He is a good boy!!

  2. Bob Says:

    Remember the Morton salt commercial, “When it Rains it Pours”. It rained on and off all day under a gray sky. Tomorrow, Sunday and Monday the forecast is for more of the same. Sunday night the cold front arrives with high temperatures in the 50s. Amarillo might get its first dusting of snow. 😦 The average date of our first freeze is November twenty second and a few years ago we had an ice/snow storm in the first week of December. 😦

    • katry Says:

      Bob,
      My sister inColorado has already had snow, and it was 18˚ last night. That is one place I”d not want to be (Colorado).

      You had more rain than we had. We had about 4″ of rain. It will rain next week again, but now we’ll get the cold. It will go down to the 40’s at night and stay in the low 60’s or high 50’s during the day. Tomorrow night people had better dress warmly for the Sox game.


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