“Good luck is another name for tenacity of purpose.“

The morning is already hot at 78˚ and the temperature will rise until it hits the low 80’s, the hottest day in a while, but after tomorrow we’ll go back to lovely days with temperatures in the 70’s. This has been the most beautiful spring.

My ice maker still doesn’t make ice. The repair man didn’t appear yesterday, but he did call, unlike the no-show repair man on Wednesday. The new appointment is Tuesday, the third one so far. My faucet still needs to be replaced. I’ll put it on the list for next week. I need deck flowers before the summer passes. Okay, I am exaggerating a bit about the passing, but it feels that way so I intend to shop for my flowers today. I swear. It is the only item in my list.

In my mind’s eye, when I think of summers when I was a kid, I see tall trees with their branches covered in leaves. I knew all the trees by the shapes of their leaves. I once had to learn them for a Girl Scout badge. I sometimes collected the leaves for a wax paper album of leaves, especially in the fall.

I can still recall the smells of my childhood. I remember the smell of the chlorine getting stronger as we got closer to the MDC pool at the other end of town. It was always a strong smell that seemed to permeate inside, outside and around. After I changed into my clothes, I could still smell it on my skin even though I had taken a shower.

Each store uptown either had its own smell or no smell like in the bank and the jewelry store. The fish market had a smell that was sometimes the ocean and other times fishy, too fishy, but I always stopped even though I also think I grimaced every time. The shoe store store smelled like leather, like the pile of shoes on the counter. The bakery smelled of freshly baked bread. It was the best smell in the square.

Sometimes I’d get a piece of cheddar from the wheel in front of Kennedy’s. They’d cut it if you asked for a taste. Maybe that’s where my love of cheddar started.

I have always counted myself lucky. I grew up at a time when I was free to come and go. My bicycle and I could travel all over my town and the towns around us. My mother didn’t worry. I was the first in my family to go to college, but it was expected I would. We never talked about it, but we all knew I’d go. I mean, really, why else would I have taken four years of Latin? I got into the Peace Corps, my first after college choice. I lived in Africa for two years, in Africa, the most amazing place. My career here began at Dennis-Yarmouth and ended there 33 years later when I retired. I loved my job, even during the hard times. I loved my kids all the time. I always felt lucky I had chosen the right path for me, the right job.

I love both the slow days and the busy days of my life now. Busy days get me out of the house. In the summer, Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday are those days, all ukulele days. On Thursday, I take a sloth day, a well earned sloth day. Some Fridays, every other one, I have a play to see at the Dennis Playhouse so every other week is a really busy week. I thought I would mind the busy week, loving sloth days as I do, but I don’t. I remember how quiet last winter was when I had uke on Tuesdays and Wednesdays and nothing on any other days except a show or two near Christmas. Balancing busy now, busy summer, with quiet winter seems right.

I really do feel lucky, backwards and forwards.

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