“Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.”

Today is a perfect fall day. A chill is in the air and the sun is bright. It is a sweatshirt day, and I’m wearing mine even in the house. The doors are open, for Henry. The front door is Henry’s protection zone. He sees protecting the house his prime responsibility. So far this morning, he has barked at a man walking his dog, my neighbor perusing his estate and a walker with no dog.

When I was a kid, I would have loved today. I’d have pack a lunch, whined for a nickel or a dime from my mother and taken off on my bike for the whole day.

I rode everywhere on my bike. Once my brother and I rode to East Boston to visit my grandfather. That meant walking my bike along Route 1A in the spots with no sidewalks. It was the same route my father always drove when we went to visit my grandparents. We thought ourselves adventurous. My mother was crazed when my grandfather called her.

Nothing is planned for the weekend or even for next week for that matter. I am long settled into my virus routine. The only days I get dressed are when I’m going out, usually for animal and human foods and treats. Just about everything else gets delivered. I admit that even before the virus I often stayed in my cozies, a hold over from school clothes-play clothes days. Given my druthers, I, of course, would stay in play clothes all the time.

Having grown up with changing out of school clothes to play clothes, wearing cozies makes perfect sense a part of the childhood imprints I carry forever. Besides, I believe in comfort for the body and soul.

I am glued to the TV for news about the president.

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2 Comments on ““Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.””

  1. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    Yesterday, there was a discussion around my desk about the Dutch Aviation Authority and how very strict they are compared to other European Aviation Authorities such as the Danish Authority. I was writing my post about the dictionary and got carried away with my Dutch commment. I hope I didn’t offend any Dutchman or you. 🙂

    Today is absolutely gorgeous. The sky is clear, there’s no wind and the temperature is in the upper 70°. It’s a beautiful fall day. This is the time of year when the State Fair of Texas is normally running. This year the fair is closed because of the pandemic. However, they have opened the gates and are selling tickets online for a “drive through State Fair experience”.. Big Tex is there wearing a huge face mask and you get to buy Fletchers Corny Dogs, roasted turkey legs, buttered ears of corn and other State Fair goodies which you can eat in your car in the parking lot. By cancelling the fair many lower income workers and local businesses have lost their opportunity to earn money working the Midway and other part time jobs. Supposedly, the University of Texas and Oklahoma University will battle out the Red River Shootout traditional football game in an empty Cotton Bowl next weekend.

    I read that the Joe Biden’s campaign took down their Trump attack TV ads while the President is in the hospital. I doubt that Trump would have the class to do the same where the shoe on the other foot. Early and mail in voting has begun in many states. Please, don’t forget to vote and get rid of this nightmare of the Trump Presidency. The democracies of the world are watching to see if the world’s oldest democracy will survive.

  2. katry Says:

    Hi Bob,
    I can’t think I have a huge Dutch audience so your comment probably flew under the radar. I really enjoyed my trip to Holland.

    Today is similar here, but it is chillier at 65˚. It will go down to the 50’s tonight. Everything is closed. Your State Fair of Texas response seems the same at the Topsfield Fair grounds.They opened the doors for food and for the pumpkin weighing. The winning pumpkin was over 2000 pounds.

    So many jobs have been lost, and many will never come back. It is a sin that lower income workers and local businesses are the most victims of this pendent or PLAGUE as Trump tweeted (caps are his).

    Enjoy today!


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