”The world is my playground, and life is pushing my swing.”
The wind is strong. I can hear the leaves being tossed. It is 79° but feels just a bit cooler. I’ve opened the windows. Today will be an indoor chore day. Yesterday I planted the rest of the deck flowers. I still need to scrub the furniture, but I’m saving that for the weekend, gives me something to look forward to says I with tongue in cheek. Today I’ll finally hang my summer clothes and put winter away.
I found my other slipper. It appeared in the den. I don’t know where it’s been, but it looks none the worse for wear. It took me a while to remember where I had put the other slipper for safe keeping, but they are back together now. I have a pair.
When I was a kid, my house was on a hill, almost at the top. At the bottom of the hill was Pomeworth Field. It had an official little league field with dugouts in the lower section and two other fields, each with a tall backup chain fence, in the upper section. I played softball on one of them. The fields in town were staffed all summer, each with a male and female. The picnic table was under the trees behind the playground. I used to play checkers there. There was also a pit for throwing horseshoes. I did crafts at the table. I learned to play tennis on the courts below the field. I had early morning lessons. I remember the wooden racket had red painted wood around the strings and was kept with a frame around it to keep the wood true. I was at that park all day except for a lunch break when I went home. I loved those summer days.
When I was older, I stayed around the house during the day. It was at night I was busy. We had drill practice on Tuesday and Thursday nights. We practiced at the park and in the school parking lot because it had lights. Competitions were on the weekends. Our first competition every year was on a Friday night. I remember one year we had finished inspection and were moving to the ready line. Denise was beside me. She was panicked. She said she couldn’t remember the routine because we were starting on the wrong end of the field, on what was usually the finish line. I convinced her that it looked different under the lights, and we were on the right end of the field. She believed me.
My dance card for the rest of the week has a uke concert on Friday and a play on Friday night. This has been a busy week. Today is the only week day without an event. I can hear my inner sloth screaming.
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July 11, 2024 at 1:48 pm
It’s so great when someone can convince another person that they are not limited by their preconceptions. One of my knitting friends was having trouble visualizing how to attach the second finger to a glove she was knitting. She’d done the thumb and the first finger but adding the other fingers involved picking up stitches in between and the instructions were unhelpful and she had a lot of “Yes, but…”. Finally I said that she knew how to make the finger and attach the finger and she knew where the finger should go so she should just put the finger there. She looked at the glove and finger for a second and then said “OH!” and carried on.
Last night there was a lovely breeze and it was only 82°F so I shut off the AC and opened all the windows. So nice to sleep without that low rumble all night. The lovely breeze was still there this morning and the clouds kept it relatively cool. I kept the windows open until noon when the sun finally showed up and the breeze began to feel like an open oven door.
July 11, 2024 at 4:42 pm
Caryn,
I worked a long time in a high school. So many times I worked with kids trying to change their preconceptions. The youngest were far more open that the oldest. They tended to argue. That never stopped me. The afternoon got warm. There is still a breeze just not as strong. I haven’t turned on the AC, but I may have to.
July 11, 2024 at 5:24 pm
Hi Kat,
Forget the weather, it’s just hot and sunny. 😦
When I was a kid we spent the hot summer days indoors or at the public swimming pool. When we moved to Dallas in the spring of 1953, that summer and the following one were extraordinarily hot and dry. The city didn’t have enough reservoirs and stated pulling water from the Trinity River. However, they had to put so many chemicals in the water that my mother had to boil the water before using it for cooking or drinking. We started buying bottled water for drinking. In 1954 the city dug water wells in public parks, where underground water existed and they started filling resident’s water bottles. Today, the Corps. Of Engineers, has built numerous new lakes as reservoirs which has kept up with the area’s growth, but they have raised the humidity in the air. I guess nothing is free.
July 11, 2024 at 7:04 pm
Hi Bob,
We have never been at the point where they had to take water from questionable sources. We get hot but never as hot as you do. In my hometown is Spot Pond which used to be an active reservoir. When I was a kid, I always wanted to scale the fence just to swim in it. Now you can rent boats to go rowing. There is a parking area for a few cars right by the pond. That is where the teens used to go to see the submarine races.
It has been horribly humid the last few days. Usually that happens in August.