The house was cold this morning. It holds the night chill. Today will be in the low 50’s. It is a cloudy morning. Everything looks dark. The leaves are losing their colors, turning brown, and even a small breeze drops more of them to the ground.

Mornings this time of year have a different feel. The air is chilly but it hints of afternoon warmth. Hoodies are morning attire while a flannel shirt will do for the afternoon.

Saturday has always been my favorite day. When I was a kid, it was a day to roam. I remember riding my bike to the zoo. I’d put it in the bike rack then walk and visit the animals. Back then the animals lived in small cages except for the deer who roamed a fenced in hillside. The animals were more local than exotic. I remember raccoons and even squirrels. I’d spent most of the day there. I’d eat my lunch at one of the picnic tables in an area beyond the cages then finish roaming. The MDC barn was beside the entrance to the zoo. The horses were stabled there. That was my last stop before the ride home.

Pieces of my childhood have stayed with me. They have become traditions. Some are as simple as making my mother’s stuffing at Thanksgiving and her pepper and eggs in the summer. She always made it when we went to the beach or had a barbecue. My sisters and I joke that we caught the Christmas bug from my mother. We even make the same cookies. My mother used to say, “It is too cold to snow.” We did too until it snowed on the coldest day. When I go outside in the winter without a hat, I think of my mother. She would have reminded me that heat escapes through the head. My sisters sometimes say that to me. It is part of family lore.

My sloth continues to party. I swear I can hear him blowing horns. He is celebrating my joining him and doing nothing. I have become quite adept at ignoring the giant balls of dog hair which fly into the air when I walk around the house. I could write dust me on the tables. At some point, though, I’m just going to have to clean. I can only take so much!!

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