“When chill November’s surly blast Made fields and forests bare…”
Yesterday I woke up late, took my time with the newspaper and had a Zoom uke practice so I just didn’t get to Coffee. Today I am just late. Nala tried to wake me up earlier by whacking me with her paws, but I hid under the pillow and fell back to sleep. Nala is sleeping now, and I was tempted to wake her up but I didn’t. I just let sleeping dogs lie (Sorry!)
Today is a fall day. The sun is muted behind the almost white clouds. It is 55° with a slight breeze, but it doesn’t feel cold. I went to the deck for a while to watch the dogs romp, and my hoodie was enough. I like today.
When I was a kid, I loved fall. The leaves were beautiful. The mornings were crisp and the afternoons warm. I loved walking through the leaves shuffling my feet. I’d save the brightest, prettiest leaves, the reds and the yellows, to iron in wax paper. I’d cut the paper to make book marks. It was my way of holding on to fall.
Soon enough, the trees became bare. The ground was covered in leaves shriveling and turning brown. Their branches looked like hands reaching. Their shadows on the sidewalks were creepy as if they were trying to grab me. My imagination used to go wild. I wouldn’t say I was afraid but I wondered. I wondered about monsters. A small part of me believed.
I loved watching Superman. I still remember the opening, the faster than a speeding bullet refrain. That nobody recognized that Clark was Superman puzzled me. No one questioned that Clark and Superman never appeared together. I wondered how Clark could hide his Superman suit with cape under his Clark clothes. We never saw it happen, but I figured Superman went back to retrieve Clark’s shirts, suit, shoes and glasses he had left in some alleyway or in a closet at the Daily Planet. I remember Clark one time appearing just after Superman had left, and he was straightening his tie. Lois wondered a few times where Clark went off to, but she never probed. She thought Clark was meek. She’d just tell Clark he had missed Superman then file her story.
Last week I had a completely empty dance card, but this week my dance card is full, uke heavy. I have already had practice but I still have four concerts and my lesson on Wednesday. We are singing cowboy songs.
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