“The only real inspiration or muse that I have is just the life that I live.”
I will never tire of these lovely days. This morning’s air has a coolness leftover from last night. A bright sun is framed by the deepest blue sky. The trees in the back are still so ladened with green leaves much of the yard is in shadows with only a spot of sun here and there. The birds are dining and taking turns at the feeders. The dogs are sleeping. I am drinking my second cup of coffee. We are all content.
When I was a kid, Sundays always started with mass. I didn’t have a choice. The alternative was a mortal sin symbolized in my catechism by a blackened milk bottle and an afterlife of eternal damnation in the fire pits of hell. I was afraid of both so I went to mass every Sunday. When I was younger, I paid attention and gave all the correct responses in Latin. When I was older, I sometimes smuggled in a book surreptitiously and sat in a corner to read it. With my head bowed while I was reading, I looked pious.
Today is another one of those days when my muses have deserted me. I wrote a few ideas, but they didn’t lead anywhere so I deleted them. One was about fashion. I had little fashion sense when I growing up. I always wore a uniform so it didn’t matter, but I do remember one Christmas when I got the best clothes, fashionable clothes, what everyone was wearing. I got a pink fuzzy sweater, a bright pink fuzzy sweater. I got ski pants, black stirrup ski pants, and a pullover ski jacket which had a zipper from the top and a zippered pocket. I wore it all the time even on the coldest days.
The spiders are taking over. Every day there are new webs and rebuild webs. This morning I saw a web which crisscrossed from one leg to another to another on a dining room chair. It is gone now. The top of one lampshade has a new web every morning. Other webs stretch from one frond to another on some plants. I have become frenzied in my search.
This uke week includes practice, my lesson and two concerts.
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September 8, 2024 at 1:38 pm
Hi Kat,
Today is absolutely gorgeous. A clear sky, low humidity, and a high temperature of 84°. WOW! Of course this is just fake Autumn in Texas. By next weekend the prognosticators are predicting high temperatures back into the upper 90s.
Our routine on Sunday mornings these days is to watch the CBS TV show, “Sunday Morning”. While watching we drink coffee and snack on breakfast treats. This morning it was little chocolate and little powdered sugar cake donuts.
Since the weather has cooled, I am at one of the neighborhood parks so that my daughter can swing on the swing-set and sing to music, via her headset, on her iPhone. We haven’t been able to do this since May. It’s one of my daughter’s favorite physical activities.
I understand brain lock. I’m amazed that you don’t suffer from that weekly. I’m not as gifted as you are. Believe me, I look forward to reading your blog and I get withdrawal symptoms on Wednesdays. 😦 However, I understand you’re needing a break once a week.
One of the most important lessons I’ve learned from your blog is how similar was our upbringing’s even though our families are so different. I didn’t realize this until recently. As long as I stay away from discussing politics, I find that most of my right wing, Trumpster loving colleagues, and I also had similar childhood backgrounds. The biggest difference is that many of them served in the military during the Vietnam War era and I didn’t.
Regardless, whom you support for President, please get to the polls and cast your ballot. If the orange pumpkin wins, he claims that you won’t have to vote again. I take him at his word. He admires authoritarian leaders and the Republican Party doesn’t really believe in democracy at all. So, your vote for Kamala Harris is the only vote for democracy.
September 8, 2024 at 8:21 pm
Hi Bob,
That is the most amazing day, quite the bearable day especially without the humidity. I do hope it stays a bit longer.
On Sunday mornings, I read the paper and have a couple of cups of coffee. I call my sister in Colorado, and we usually talk for at least an hour. Sometimes I have scrambled eggs and toast.
I really enjoy writing, always have. I didn’t send letters from Ghana. I sent novels. I started writing Coffee in 2004. It has morphed since then, but the writing has always been part of it. I just hope I get inspired. I chose Wednesdays because of my uke lesson.
We all did grow up so similarly. I am amazed as it had nothing to do with where we lived or how much money our family. Given that similarity, I wonder where those Trumpers our ages came from.
I always vote. I just voted last week in the local election. I even voted from Ghana. I can’t remember ever missing an election. I agree that the only way to save our country is to vote for Kamala.
September 8, 2024 at 10:11 pm
Wow!! Twenty years. I’m a newbee to Coffee. I can’t even remember when I first started following you. My wife tells me it’s been ten years, but I can’t remember when I discovered you. If it has been that long, the time has flown by.
September 8, 2024 at 10:54 pm
I bet it has been longer than 10 years. You were with me on Blogger then moved over to WordPress when Blogger dumped me, and that was in 2011.
I started Coffee the year I retired. I remember learning blogger as I was watching the Sox work their way to the series.