“Be comforted, dear soul! There is always light behind the clouds.”
When I woke up, I saw a bit of blue and a glint of sunlight. When next I looked, both were gone. Clouds had filled the spaces. Clouds will be the weather today and for the next few days. We might even have some rain. The sun isn’t predicted to return until Friday. I guess we all hoped too hard when we wished for rain.
When I went to get the paper this morning, the air smelled sweet. Some flowers are still in bloom. I could hear the birds. Nobody was around, no dog walkers or carriage pushers. It was quiet.
There are so many birds in and out of the feeders they have to take a number and get in line. While my coffee was brewing, I watched from the kitchen window. I saw chickadees, nuthatches, titmice and Mrs. Cardinal. I’m glad I bought a bag of sunflower seeds yesterday. I also bought a mum and a pumpkin, ‘tis the season.
My storm doors are heavy, and it is time to haul them up from the cellar. I go slowly, step by step. The harder part is getting them in the door frames. When I was a kid, the house l lived in had wooden doors and wooden window frames. The storm windows were taken off every summer and put back in the late fall. The windows hung on hooks. When my father changed the windows, we all watched. He’d climb a tall ladder to each second floor window. He’d carry the window with him when he climbed. I remember how frustrated he’d get leaning against the house for balance while trying to hook the windows. It was an all day affair.
My play clothes this time of year were mostly flannel shirts and dungarees, girls’ dungarees with the zipper in the front pocket. I wore sneakers all year. I added socks in the fall and winter. Sometimes the socks had no elastic left at the top. They’d slide into my shoes. I walked on lumps.
When I’d get home from school, one of my favorite snacks was peanut butter or just plain butter on Saltines. Afterwards, I’d head out on my bike if the weather was pleasant enough. I never went far. The afternoons were too short.
I haven’t yet decided if I want to be busy. The house does need to be vacuumed. Henry hair is in clumps everywhere. Spiders’ webs stretch between even the smallest spaces. I saw one across the inside of a cup handle. My other option is the sloth option. I always favor that one. I’m thinking the only things I really need to do are to take a shower and go to uke practice tonight. I figure I can handle both of those.
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September 24, 2024 at 3:02 pm
Hi Kat,
In 1956, my father was visiting New York on business and he brought his mother back to Dallas on an airplane. It was her first flight and she was in her 70s and she immigrated from Eastern Europe. When they departed New York, the sky was cloudy with rain showers and fog. After departure they climbed above the clouds. My grandmother looked out the airplane window and said to my father, “See, I had a feeling it was going to turn out to be a nice day”. I believe that every day I wake up on this side of the grass is a nice day. 🙂
Besides a forecast for some rain this week, the high temperatures should be around the mid 80s.
I have always liked peanut butter. I don’t like it on a sandwich with jelly, especially grape jelly. Nearly every morning I bring to work a six pack of peanut butter on Ritz crackers for breakfast. They fill me up along with my second cup of coffee. Ritz crackers are my favorite. I can eat an entire tube of them plain all by myself.
I finally convinced my better half that we can afford to hire a maid. They come every other week. It’s a team of three people and they charge for six hours. Of course with three people they get it done in two hours.
September 24, 2024 at 9:12 pm
Hi Bob,
I love your story. She knew it was going to be a good day. I appreciate every day. I may complain sometimes, but I am glad for the opportunity to complain.
The days are in the 60’s, long sleeve shirt weather, but the nights get chilly. It is sweatshirt weather. I’m wearing one now.
I’m into super chunky peanut butter. I’m just about finished my jar. I’m starting to panic. I never eat it with jelly, didn’t as a kid either. Once in a while I do have a fluffernutter, a New England term for a peanut butter and marshmallow sandwich. Marshmallow Fluff comes from Lynn, Mass. When my niece and nephew were young, it wasn’t sold in Colorado so I used to mail them some.
I had cleaning ladies for years, maybe even forty years. I had several I liked. One of my favorites retired. The last was a married couple. I had them for 11 years then she suddenly passed away. I did’t replace them, but I am close to hiring another. I hate cleaning my house.