”The future has a way of arriving unannounced.”
While the coffee was brewing, we, the dogs and I, watched the birds from the deck as they flew in and out of the feeders. A couple of the feeders need to be refilled. The birds are eating me out of house and home. I have only a small bag of sunflower seeds left. I noticed a mourning dove this morning. I’ll have to get mixed seeds and throw some below the deck as doves are ground feeders.
Last night was cold. I shut all the windows and wore a sweatshirt. I was glad the dogs snuggled while we were in bed. This morning I checked the weather for the week. The heat will be back on Thursday and Friday. The sweatshirt will be put away and the windows reopened for the meantime.
My walk to school wasn’t very far. In my mind’s eye I can see everything on that walk, the walk I took going and coming for eight years. Most of it was a straightaway. Older houses lined the sidewalk. Maple trees shaded the walk. I remember one house, probably the oldest house, was below the height of the sidewalk. A set of steps led down to the house. I always wondered how the house got there. I crossed the tracks, the same tracks I sometimes walked which led to the station. I only had to cross one road before I arrived at school.
When I was a kid, I ate some vegetables. I loved corn, even creamy corn which spread across my plate. I ate peas but only baby peas. Carrots were hidden, mixed with mashed potatoes. I never questioned the color of the potatoes. We ate canned beans, yellow and green, and French green beans. I loved potatoes of any sort, especially mashed. We ate French fries mostly on Friday nights with the fish sticks. My father ate canned asparagus. It always flopped over on his fork. He never did like fresh asparagus.
When I was a kid, the future was the next day or, if I was being farsighted, the weekend. The only times I was keeping track of days were the countdowns before Halloween and before Christmas. I’m sort of back to that now. I keep a dance card of events for the week. That is as far in the future as I need to know. Time takes care of itself.
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September 9, 2024 at 4:32 pm
Hi Kat,
Last night we actually got down to the upper 50s. When I stepped out of the shower this morning it was a little chilly.
When I was a kid I ate vegetables because my father insisted that my mother prepare a mixed green salad with every dinner. When we moved to Dallas when I was six, and even today, every restaurant offered a green salad as the appetizer course. My father claimed that tossed green salads prevented pellagra, which he claimed was rampant in the south and that’s why they ate salads with every meal. He once told me that his father hated raw vegetables. If my grandmother served him a raw salad he would say, “What’s the matter, do you think I’m a horse”. 🙂 Maybe that’s the real reason.
Like you, when I was a kid time was infinite. We all grew up thinking we would live forever. A week seemed like an eternity. It’s hard for me to believe that I’m 77. We’re from the generation that was told not to trust anyone over thirty. 🙂