Today I am late again. I stayed in bed for a while as did Nala and Henry. I figured I was comfortable so I wasn’t going to move. Yup, I’m still coughing, but it is less intense. I’m still limping for reasons unknown as my leg hurts. I’m contemplating heading to the medical center tomorrow. That gives my leg one more night to heal miraculously.

The morning is again lovely. It is quiet except for the birds. When I was a kid, Saturday was the nosiest day. It was the day for lawn mowing. Back then the fathers used hand mowers, and the blades clicked as they turned. My father cut the same pattern with his mower every Saturday when he mowed the grass. Green grass and a lovely lawn were objects of pride. No yards were overgrown. That would have been frowned upon.

Most Saturdays I was out and about. I never had a plan or a direction. I made my lunch figuring I would be gone most of the day. I went by myself. My neighborhood friend wasn’t a bike rider. I was fine with that as I could just ride wherever I wanted. Sometimes I just rode around town looking at the old houses. Sometimes I’d stop at the library. I’d sit at one of the tables and read a magazine. It was a rest stop.

I got fifty cents allowance, an extravagant amount. My father always encouraged me to save it. I didn’t. A new book was only $.49 which gave me a penny to spend at the corner store. I’d hurry home, go to my room and get cozy in bed to read. My new book was often a detective story with a teen girl as the main character. My favorite was Trixie Belden with Ginny Gordon a close section. They solved mysteries. Every book had a new mystery. I never had any mysteries in my life so I was always a bit jealous of their adventures.

I haven’t been anywhere all week. I missed all of this week’s uke events. I have just been resting and complaining. I hope to attend this Monday’s last outside concert. I can’t believe it is the last. The summer has just whooshed by. Soon enough the leaves will be changing and carved pumpkins with lit candles inside will sit on the front steps. I am glad for autumn. It is my favorite season.

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