If I invented a morning, it would be today’s morning. The sky is so blue it looks like a painting by an artist with an eye for color. The air is cooled by a slight breeze. The sun is eye squintingly bright. The backyard is in shadows with the sun glinting through the leaves. My coffee is hot and strong. I’m on cup two. I had a bagel with cream cheese. Everything is perfect.

When I woke up, I was the rose between the thorns, the cream inside the cookies, the silver lining. The dogs were on either side of me. I couldn’t move. They were comfortable. Such is a dog’s life in my house.

When I was a kid, Saturday was a sacred day. It didn’t matter the season. The whole day was mine, at least until bath time. In winter I went to the movies or ice skated or sledded it there was snow. In summer I roamed sometimes on foot but mostly on my bike. Every Saturday started with Rice Krispies and the TV. Even when I became an adult, Saturday stayed sacred. I never did school work. Saturday night I’d be with friends either having a game night or a movie night. Saturday was always fun.

I loved my town’s library. I was a frequent visitor. It had a children’s side and an adult’s side. I graduated from the child’s side to the other side when I entered high school. The tables and chairs were all wooden on both sides. Round tables and short tables were on the children’s side while long tables were on the other side. I remember old people sitting on chairs in the periodical room reading magazines and newspapers. I never did. I was there for books. On school nights, the chairs and tables were filled with high school kids supposedly doing homework. Going to the library was a perfect way out of the house on a school night. I didn’t know most of the kids. They went to Stoneham High. They were there to meet up, to be social and pretend to be studying. I was just there for the books.

I have a quiet few days, nothing on my dance card. Next week, though, is heavy with uke. I have my usual practice and lesson plus three concerts. This week the music is about funny foods.

My plans for the day are simple. I have to water the deck plants. After that, I figure I’ll stay outside and read the day away. Maybe I’ll even nap on the lounge chair and enjoy the sun and the cool breeze. I suspect the dogs will join me on the deck and nap in the sun.

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