My storm doors will sit in the cellar. The weather today is the best of late summer with a current temperature of 75°. I’ve even opened a window. The slight breeze is enough for my outside chimes to play. The air is filled with sweetness of that sound. 

This morning, I brought trash to the car, swept down the inside stairs, carried laundry and coolers to return to friends to the car and then spent an almost endless time on the phone to refill prescriptions. First, I found out I had refills then I called the pharmacy. It is currently closed with no further information. I called another pharmacy in a different town. I waited 8 minutes on hold then 5 minutes with the phone ringing before I was disconnected. The air around me turned a bit blue. I spoke to the chat on-line and was able to switch pharmacies, order refills and also book my fall vaccinations. Not only all of that, I ordered groceries at 1 am this morning. They were just delivered and I put them away. Now in the scheme of things, my list may seem short, but, for me, it has been the busiest of mornings.

It is this time of year I most grateful for being retired. I get to sit outside in the sun. I get to have a couple of cups of coffee, read the Cape Times and do all three puzzles in the paper. I use those puzzles as barometers. When I complete them, I know my brain cells are still whirling and twirling. Anyway, I am thinking maybe a ride down cape is in order. It is the perfect day. I think this time I’ll take all lefts and see where they lead me.

When I was a kid, like most, families, we had only one car which my father drove to work every week day. On Saturdays he did his own errands, the Chinese laundry with his white shirts he aways wore with his suits, the barber shop for a trim and a few stops to say hi to friends at their stores. On Sundays, he ushered at church and sometimes drove us to my grandparents’ house. My mother didn’t drive. To close places, like uptown, she walked. Sometimes we’d take a bus to visit her sister and her family in Malden or a bus then the subway to East Boston and sometimes in-town to Jordan Marsh. Thinking back, we were like ducklings, trailing my mother or Madeline following the nuns. I remember wishing I had time for more than glancing looks at all the store windows and shops. I was the country mouse in the big city.

I have nothing actually scheduled for the next few days. I’m thinking the ride today and tomorrow the dump. That will give me something to look forward to say I with tongue in cheek.

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