“And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of trees and changing leaves…”

The morning is a delight, alternating between warm and sunny and partly cloudy. The high today will be over 70˚. The breeze is every now and then, a strong breeze which whips the leaves back and forth. The oak leaves in my backyard have started to turn reddish brown. The deck is covered in leaves, and Nala has added sticks chewed at the top and missing their bark. Yesterday I found some torn cardboard on the deck, compliments of Nala the destroyer.

Henry has been barking willy-nilly. He barks at people walking by, vehicles stopped on the street and ghosts only he can hear. Nala seldom barks. The last time she did it was at me. I don’t know what I did to offend her.

My dance card is empty until Tuesday. I will be the consummate sloth. Yesterday I did all my errands: got gas, went to the dump, had the car’s oiled changed, tires inflated, filters replaced and new wipers put on. My last errand of the day was a routine blood test. When I got home, I changed my bed and put on the new spread I bought months ago. All in all, I felt accomplished.

The few chores left on that long to do list are potting the succulents I bought and doing the laundry. That last one is my bugaboo. I always figure if I have clothes left I don’t need to do laundry.

This morning, when I went to give Gwen her shot, she had already gone under a bed to sleep, but she tricked me. She was under the other bed. I had to move everything to get her. It wasn’t easy. I have to remember to go to her first thing before I go downstairs, but this morning Nala was whining so I figured she needed out. She did. That gave Gwen the opportunity to elude me.

When I was a kid, I loved to collect the fall leaves. My favorites were the bright yellows and the deep reds. We’d put the most beautiful, the most brightly colored, in wax paper, iron the paper and save the leaves.

I remember walking to school and shuffling on the sidewalk covered with fallen leaves. We’d make a path which would have disappeared by the time we walked home. Sometimes we’d walk in the gutter and kick the leaves. The only drawback was from time to time the leaves on the bottom were soaking wet and clinging together.

Right now my house is absolutely quiet. The sun has returned. I have a cup of fresh coffee. This is heaven.

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6 Comments on ““And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of trees and changing leaves…””

  1. Christer. Says:

    Our weather sounds much the same but here the temperature never reached 50F. Still it was really nice to have a walk with the dogs and for once Alma didn’t pull so much that the walk became awful 🙂 🙂

    I had to pick up three parcels on my way home making me an hour later than usual. Still now I have my weather station, the harness for Alma and dog food for Albin. I’ll put together the weather station tomorrow and I’ll even follow the instructions, it was way too expensive to just try it myself 🙂 🙂 🙂

    Have a great day!


    • katry Says:

      Hi Christer,
      Henry hates the leash. He pulls so much his stomach almost hits the ground. I hate walking with the two dogs on leashes as I’m afraid they’ll pull me to the ground.

      My father seldom followed directions. He was terrible at putting stuff together. I follow directions, the worded ones not the diagrams. Most of my delivered boxes are for the animals.

      Enjoy your day!

  2. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    Today is as gorgeous a day as was yesterday, just a little warmer with high in the mid 80s. It’s starting to get dark earlier and light later in the morning. Soon we will go back to standard time and sitting on my covered patio in the late afternoon will be over until spring.

    Today, we went to Walmart and got our Covid booster shots. My better half called around and the Walmart was the closest place that had the vaccine. I left work early to beat the crowd. We received the Mederna vaccine again but the booster is only half the dose of the previous two shots. I don’t expect a reaction but tomorrow is Saturday and if we do have a reaction we don’t have to be anywhere.

    I came to the conclusion that Trump is not only a bigoted, ignoramus and a probable criminal, but also a flaming anal sphincter. His text denigrating General Colin Powell was beyond belief even for him.

    General Powell worked his way up from the New York City public schools, to City College and the ROTC. He served in the Army in Vietnam and worked his way to not only a Brigadier General, but to the Chairman of the joint chief of staff and then to Secretary of State in the G.W. Bush administration. By comparison the loudmouth idiot Trump, went to private schools, cheated on his SAT to get into Penn, cribbed his way through college and was a draft dodger. He inherited a criminal enterprise business from his father and screwed everyone including all of his wives. The gall of the man is incredulous but his supporters love him. I think they love him for all of those reasons and that he expresses their inner feelings.

    Hopefully, the Republican Party will come to their senses and nominate a real Republican next time. I used to think that they had some statesman in the GOP, but I’m beginning to wonder about the future of them and our country.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      I hate it gets dark so early. Winter isn’t far away, but I am happy for the amazing weather we’ve been having. Falls on Cape Cod are beautiful. This is old people touring on buses season. I see them on the roads and at a few outlets.

      I am getting my shingles shot next week then I have a two week wait before I can get my booster. I am getting all the shots I need to protect me this winter. I haven’t ever had a shingles shot before this.

      His followers (I like this better than supporters) couldn’t care less about him and his felonious background or his lies. When I hear them saying he is the only truth teller, I want to know what they’ve been drinking. I can’t understand intelligent how intelligent can blindly follow him.

      I wish what the Republican Party has become will realize it needs to be renamed.What we used to know doesn’t exist anymore.

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