”The world is vast and meant for wandering. There is always somewhere else to go.”
Saturday is a fine day, my favorite day since I was a little kid. Back then I was usually out and about every Saturday, sometimes with a destination in mind while other times I just meandered. All through time, Saturday has stayed much the same for me. I still think of it as a day to enjoy, to have no chores or errands. Today I have a concert. I get to play my uke.
The weather this morning is a mix of sun and clouds. The sun, in its turn, is bright, squint your eyes bright. Everything seems to shine, almost glitter, in the light. When the clouds take their turn, the day is a bit darker. It is in the low 40’s right now. Light rain is predicted.
When I was little, my mother used to read to me, usually a Golden book. My favorite was Chicken Little aka Henny Penny. Many years later my mother gave me a Chicken Little book in my stocking. After I read it, I was horrified. Everyone pretty much gets eaten. Somehow I’d forgotten that part.
Today my muse has gone hither and yon. When that happens, I rely on stories of my travels. Most of our family vacations were either the stay at home sort or a visit to Maine where my father’s friend had a tiny cottage. In Maine, the water was too cold for swimming, and there was nothing much to do all day. The home vacations were my favorites. We often went to museums or to the beach for the day. We went to the drive-in. The town had a pool and a couple of times my father took us night swimming there. You had to have an adult with you at night so the pool was never crowded. One time we went to New Hampshire. My father drove up Mount Washington. It was a spectacular ride. I could see right over the edge, and it was a bit scary. At the mountain top it was cold. We also saw the Flume, the the most amazing gorge and waterfall that was so loud you couldn’t be heard. We saw the Old Man of the Mountain. He’s gone now. He collapsed. The only place you can see him is on New Hampshire license plates. We did all that in one day. My father was never one to waste time, even on a vacation day.
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November 15, 2025 at 3:55 pm
Our day of simple pleasures: a Christmas fair with the dog and a neighbour, a successful tombola, and a fruitless search for fig jam. Errands of care for my 97-year-old mother-in-law were rewarded with birthday (Irish) whiskey. Then, empty beaches, homemade soup, and a Welsh win. Now, a taste of the good stuff to cap it all off.
November 15, 2025 at 9:02 pm
Peter,
What a wonderful day. I had to look up tombola as the word is new to me.
On the way home from my concert today I noticed so many signs about the day and time of church fairs. I love them. I always rush to the homemade table and buy scarfs and mittens for my grand niece and grand nephews. I loved when my mother came down, and we made a day of it.
My mother always had Irish whiskey on hand for her Irish coffees during the holidays. I am not a whiskey fan, but I was always happy to make them for her.
November 16, 2025 at 4:07 am
Tombola is a game of chance. Players pick random numbers from a container, and if their number matches a winning number, they get a prize. Not to be confused with Bingo. At Waggy Tails fair, every ticket won a prize of a soft toy.
November 16, 2025 at 9:45 am
I did see that tombola is a term used in Britain. You explain it well, thanks!
Given the odds are against you, I love you still get a soft toy!