“Vows are powerful things,” he said. “They set things in motion.”

Earlier, in the chilliest part of the morning, Gwen and I went to the vets. She’ll be there all day for her glucose panels and such. On the way home from the vets I even went to the dump, an impromptu decision. It was cold there with the wind whipping across the open sand. Only a few other people had bravely faced the elements.

When I went out, the sun was bright, but since then clouds have taken over the sky for the meantime. It will be the same all day, sun and clouds. The breeze is constant and strong enough to whip the highest branches of the pine trees left and right. My yard is cleared of flower stems, branches and shriveled brown leaves just in time for more leaves to take their places. The oak tree is almost bare.

My dance card is empty until Monday. I have decided to spend a decadent weekend eating bon bons while wearing my comfiest clothes and lounging on the chaise. I just need the chaise lounge and the bon bons. I am awash with comfy clothes.

When I was in the sixth grade, I vowed I’d travel. I wanted to visit everywhere. My first trip was with the family to Canada and the falls. I remember we did the walk behind the falls with all of us wearing unfashionable yellow slickers with hoods. My father, when he was young, had made the same trip. The two family pictures with all of us wearing those slickers were almost the same except we had one more kid. I gave my sisters framed copies of the photos as one of their Christmas presents. My sister Moe wanted to know who the pioneers were. We both laughed when I told her it was our family.

I saw my first palm tree in Ghana, and it was also where I saw pineapples growing and almost ripe hanging bananas. They were signs I was somewhere exotic, at least to me, because I lived in the land of apples and pears. Nothing I read from Peace Corps prepared me for the sights, sounds and smells of Ghana. Every day I saw something extraordinary. Every day for those two years I etched Ghana into my memory drawers. I saved the sights of women in colorful cloths with babies on their backs and of markets filled with stalls. I remembered the sounds of languages I didn’t understand except to say hello. I kept all of Ghana close. I fulfilled my sixth grade vow.

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2 Comments on ““Vows are powerful things,” he said. “They set things in motion.””

  1. lilydark Says:

    Hi Kat,
    Just wanted to say hi. Next week my dance card is busier. A concert, someone stopping by. When you spoke about the lounge and bons- I though of peel me a grape.
    Take Care.
    Sleepy Lori and Ms. Cookie

    • katry Says:

      Hi Lori,
      Bon bons any time over grapes, peeled or unpeeled. Chocolate is heavenly.

      I’m okay with an empty dance card. I love the leisure.

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