The morning is delightful. It is breezy, sunny and cool at 72°. I had to shut the window behind me because the breeze felt a bit chilly. The high today will only be 80°. Tonight the temperature will go down to 61°. That’s light blanket and snuggle with the dogs weather.

I have to do a few house chores. The fur tumbleweeds are back and the plants need watering. I’d make my bed, but I suspect I’ll nap later. I went to bed in the wee hours but woke up early anyway. I enjoy the single digit late night hours when my house is the only one alive, the only one with lights, but I also enjoy the early mornings when the birds are singing and everything else is quiet, a conundrum of sorts.

I was young when we spent a Saturday on a lake with our neighbors, Janet and Buddy. Around the lake was grassy. I remember at one end of the lake was a snack bar with window service. With two families we were many so we settled at a couple of picnic tables beside each other. They were the closest tables to the water. The lake had a slide into the water and one of those old time pulley zip lines with a stick which you held to with your hands while gravity moved you. My brother and I went down the slide over and over. It was so much fun when the slide shot us into the water. My father did the pulley line and held on to the stick until almost the end of the line when he dropped into the water. Janet, our neighbor, was a big woman. She decided to try the zip line. We and just about everyone else watched her. Janet grabbed the stick, jumped off from the land and promptly fell into the lake. It was not pretty. A plume of water like a waterspout shot up when she hit the lake. She disappeared for a bit then resurfaced. She was fine. The crowd was entertained. I can still picture the moment she hit the water. For an unknown reason, this one day, this small event, has been tucked into my memory drawers for a long while. I always find it strange what stays.

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