Today is warm, sunny and perfectly lovely. I have the back door open to sweeten the air. Such warm days are getting rare so I want all of it. Later, I need to fill the bird feeders, and I’ll play the deck game with Henry, up one set of stairs then chased down the other set. The best part of this game is Henry does all the running.

When I was a kid, I loved walking to school in the fall. I’d shuffle my feet and kick up the leaves. Sometimes I walked on the sidewalk while other times I’d walk in the gutter. The leaves were everywhere. I remember they were yellow.

My schoolyard was big. On Sundays it was the church parking lot. There were two entrances which became exits when mass was over. There was a third way out, but it was narrow like a driveway and ran between the school and a short fence separating us from the neighbors. The school’s other side door opened onto that little road. I’d run out that door at the end of school, and because most every one else used the other door, I was the quickest and the first.

Our schoolyard had basketball hoops. Only the boys could use them. I played basketball for the parish CYO team, but I wasn’t allowed to play in my schoolyard.

When I was in the fifth grade, we moved, in the early spring, to the new school. My classroom was on the bottom floor at the end of the new school adjacent to the rectory and the old school. It faced the schoolyard. Once in a while, when I go back to my hometown, I drive by the new school. The last time there I rode pass the school’s front door, on the schoolyard/parking lot side, which we always called the back. Nothing appears to have changed in all these years except there is really no new school. It is 63 years old now.

The rain started a bit ago. I can hear it hitting the overhang. The weather report is for continuing rain most of the day with the high in the low 60’s. I have the door open for Henry, and I can feel the damp chill.

Nothing holds my attention today. I have seen the first five or ten minutes of several movies and have yet to find one to watch. I’ve been through Prime, YouTube and now I’m scrolling through Netflix. I’ve read one half of a newspaper. I straightened the chairs in the dining room and polished the counter. I went through and added food to my Never List on Imperfect Foods. That was the last thing I did. I have now run out of busy work.

I’ve noticed my TV remote never hears my voice the first time I speak into it every day. That’s odd.

I have an aerogram I sent to a friend four months before the end of my service in Ghana. I’m going to quote some. “I’m beginning to realize how damn lucky I have been. This whole wonderful experience has been mind blowing. All of a sudden, you’re awake to sounds, sights, smells and feelings that you never knew existed before, and it’s sort of the experience that you can never forget because you’ve tried to absorb every piece, every particle that you can so it can all be brought back if it ever begins to dim. Already I am getting nostalgic, and I haven’t even left yet.”

Of my friends Bill and Peg, Bill once told me not a day goes by that he doesn’t think about Ghana. When the three of us went back together, I loved their joy the most. I could see it on their faces. I’m sure they could see it on mine. It was our homecoming of sorts. Some of it was new but enough of it was old. I could eat jollof rice every night, even here.

My electricity went off for about a minute. The lights came back quickly but not the phone, TV or the internet. I didn’t care. I kept typing. My computer had morphed into a typewriter, a manual typewriter. The computer came back next. The TV was last. That’s okay. I still haven’t found anything to watch.

Henry is back home after his visit to the vet’s. He is sleeping away his trauma on the couch. The vet offered three possibilities for the red around Henry’s eyes: allergies, nerves or mites. It seems that there are mites which are attracted to the follicles around a dog’s eyes. I have a lotion to put on the red, and I ordered Nexgard which the vet said will also kill the mites. Poor Henry was shaking before we even left the house, but he did well. The big news is while we were in the car waiting for Henry’s turn to go inside he stuck his head out the window. That is the very first time.

Today is damp and cold. It rained for a few minutes when I was out with Henry, and the weather report says more rain later with a high of 55˚. When I look out the den window, I can see the oak branches being tossed by the wind. I will stay close to hearth and home.

My freezer is filled with food. Most afternoons I open it, look at what I can see in front then I close it. Though the food looks good, I just don’t want to cook. The other night I had my weekly delivery. Dinner was a meatball with cheese in tomato sauce sub with French fries. It was delicious starting with the bread.

Lately I have been watching really bad serials like Don Winslow of the Navy. I have long been a fan of serials. It started when I was a kid. Science fiction serials used to be on Saturday mornings, those glorious mornings once filled with all sorts of kid shows. I remember watching The Phantom Empire starring Gene Autry. It was in black and white but that didn’t matter. I loved it. It was old even when I was a kid, from 1935. Zombies of the Stratosphere released in 1952 was so good (an adjective loosely used here) I bought it. Leonard Nimoy was one of the Martians.

When I was around nine or ten, I had a real uniform and a uniform of sorts. The real uniform was the one I had to wear to school. I never questioned uniforms. That’s what I wore from beginning to end. My play clothes were their own sort of uniform. On Saturdays I pretty much wore the same thing every weekend. I remember girls’ jeans with no fly in front but a zipper in a side pocket. Mine were lined in flannel. I wore sneakers, probably white, with socks. My blouse was long sleeved, maybe pink or white, and, if I went outside, I wore a light jacket or a cardigan. I remember feeling warm enough.

Today is another lovely fall day with lots of sun, a blue sky and an every now and then breeze. It is only 62˚ but the sunlight makes it feel warmer. I am housebound today. Yesterday I did something to my back so I am a question mark literally and figuratively this morning.

I have been ordering Christmas presents and stocking stuffers. One package, filled with neat and interesting socks, came in the other day. It was a buy four get a surprise free. Four was exactly what I needed. Now, here is where the Twilight Zone music should start. My surprise, the free pair of socks, had sloths all over them. How was that not destiny?

If I were to list favorite places, excluding Ghana, Portugal would be on it. That trip with my mother and father is the pinnacle. Second on the list, nudging Portugal, is the trip with my parents and my sister to Belgium and Holland and a weekend at the end in London. Morocco is also way up on the list as are places in South America. I think I should work on places I didn’t like. That list would be very small.

Tablecloths don’t seem popular any more. When I was a kid, my mother, on most holidays, always started decorating the table with a festive tablecloth, befitting the season of course. The Christmas one was beautiful with green and red, with holly bushes filled with berries. Harkening back to my mother, I have tablecloths I use on holidays and special occasion. They always make the table more festive. I have a small collection of tablecloths mostly from the fifties. They don’t fit my table, but that’s not why I bought them. I recognized the angels, the Santas and the snowmen. It was as if they had been drawn from my memories.

Henry goes to the vet’s tomorrow to have his wonky eye checked. I haven’t told him yet.

Oh what a beautiful morning! The sun is shining. It is warm, open the doors and windows warm. The breeze rustles the leaves, and I can hear them through the open window. Today is a stay at home day. I have a few things to do around the house, including the dreaded laundry.

I was hoping to get an appointment at the vets for Henry. The sockets around his eyes have been red. At his yearly appointment a few weeks back, I asked the vet, and she said that it is harmless, which it has been until yesterday. Now, both sockets look wonky, one looking scratched though I haven’t caught him at it. The vets said I could bring him today as an emergency, only $150.00 extra. I made an appointment for Monday but will take him to the emergency vet if I have to today or tomorrow. The sockets look better than they did last night.

I love the color in the basket on my front steps. The pumpkin is perfect with and a long stem and no flaws. It is surrounded by gourds in yellow, green and orange. I also put my harvest flag in the holder on the tree, and I put the small flag beside the steps.

When I was a kid, I loved to carve pumpkins. It was such fun to stick my hand into the pumpkin’s head and pull out the seeds and the slimy orange guts. My mother was ever vigilant to make sure we didn’t throw the guts at each other. That was a major disappointment. When we were done, our pumpkins pretty much looked alike with the triangular eyes and noses. I remember trying to cut out the mouth carefully to leave teeth. I wasn’t very good at that. Either the poor pumpkin had one tooth or none. I can only hope my skills have improved with age as I’m going too carve a pumpkin for myself this Halloween. I’ll hit Agway and Hart Farms tomorrow for a couple of pumpkins and some fall flowers. The only caveat is I have to restrain myself or I’ll have a yard filled pumpkins and flowers. I am a sucker for fall.

Last night I went to bed at a decent hour for me, but I woke up during the night for a long time. My finger was the culprit. The lump is back or maybe it didn’t go despite the shot, the knuckle is swollen and it is painful. I must have moaned as I woke Henry up. He is now napping. I need one.

When I was a kid, we had a junk drawer in the kitchen. Stuff got jammed and made the drawer difficult to open and close. I remember scissors, tape, shoelaces, pencils and buttons. I don’t have a junk drawer though my bottom kitchen drawer is filled. It has kitchen tools mostly. Every now and then I rearrange it and move what I don’t use to the stove drawer. It is now full.

Today is wonderfully sunny, but it is chilly. I went out with Henry earlier and watched him from the deck. The birds were in and out. A couple of chickadees flew over my head. I checked the feeders, and they are already half empty so I’ll fill them this afternoon.

I always thank Mother Nature for fall. It is her last hurrah. The fall flowers are still blooming in my side garden. The oak tree’s leaves have started to change though their red color is never dramatic. The cranberry bogs have either been harvested or are about to be. I knew it was coming as last week I noticed how red the bogs were.

I have a holly tree, not a bush, but a tall, tall tree. Years ago I had bought two holly bushes and planted them in the front yard. I came home one day from school, and the nicer looking holly bush was gone, dug up. I them moved the other one to where it is now. It was an ugly little bush, but it has grown to a healthy tree. Many of its branches already have red berries, another contribution from Mother Nature.

Today I have a few errands, and I welcome leaving the house for a while. I need a change of scenery. I need a change in mood.

Today is a lovely fall day, warm enough for just a sweatshirt. I even have the back door open. Today I’ll water the plants and pick up Henry’s medication. I wonder if I’ll need a nap.

Yesterday I went to the dump. I had no choice. The trunk was filled with bags and the front and back seats held boxes, large boxes, destined to be recycled. It’s a good thing Henry never comes to the dump.

The summer is gone. The irrigation system has been turned off, the outside shower closed and the furniture on the deck is ready to be covered. Today I’ll bring up the storm door from the cellar, wash it and then put it in the backdoor. Though the days are still in the 60′s and even the 70’s, the nights are chilly, in the 40′s. I snuggle under a blanket to stay warm, and Henry sleeps close to me. The house is cold in the morning. Winter inches closer and closer.

The birds are fewer. Gone are the orioles and the goldfinches. The sky is sometimes filled with flocks flying elsewhere, somewhere warmer, but the chickadees, nuthatches and titmice will stay all winter. From my window, I’ll watch them at the feeders. Birds seem hopeful to me. They know winter doesn’t last forever so they’ll stay around and abide the cold knowing spring will return in all its glory.

When I was a little kid, my friends and I always asked each other what we were going to be for Halloween. For that one night, we would be witches, ghosts, pirates or whatever else we could dream to be. Our neighbors always wanted to know who we were behind those masks. We didn’t tell. We were the unknown spirits of the night. We’d even change the sound of our voices. Ghosts said boo and waved their shrouded arms; pirates threw around words like matey and plank while witches cackled. We were, for that one night, our imaginations. That was even more fun than the candy.

My house was cold this morning, down to 62˚, despite the closed windows and doors. Fall is that time of year when outside is warmer than inside. I turned on the heat to warm the house. I have no guilt.

Today’s a pretty day with a blue sky and an abundance of sunlight. The breeze is ever so slight.

Yesterday I did nothing constructive despite my list. I finished my book then watched bad movies. They buoyed my spirit. A couple of times I even rooted for the creature.

CNN and MSNBC were part of my day, but I can’t take them any more. There are hundreds of commercials during each break. What’s worse is they are repeated several times during the day. I would never buy Car Shield.

Henry is upstairs napping. He has been there an hour or so, but he does come downstairs when I let him know his coffee is ready.

When I was growing up, my town was small. Uptown, as we called the square, was filled with stores. I loved to window shop. I’d walk my bike along the sidewalk. The aroma of bread baking wafted from Hank’s Bakery. I remember so well the inside of Hank’s. They had old glass display cases filled with cupcakes and cookies. A massive bolt of string was attached to the wall above a table with a stack of white boxes. The string was red and white. I liked to watch the ladies who worked there grab the end of the string and expertly tie it a couple of times around the filled bakery boxes before they finished with a bow on top. Just down from Hank’s was the fish market. It had a weird smell, not quite fishy but rather a combination of smells, a wrinkle your nose type smell. In the warmer months, the firemen sat outside the bay doors of the fire station. I remember the chairs were wooden and had arms. I always stopped to say hello. The police station was part of the fire station complex. I never stopped there.

The town hall is an old brick building just beyond the fire station. It has an auditorium. That’s where we made the record album with Guy Lombardo, and that’s where the church fair was always held when I was in grammar school. The last time I was in the town hall was in 1969 when I registered for an absentee ballot before leaving for Ghana. I remember it was cooler inside than it was outside, and it was like a warren of little offices behind closed doors with glazed windows.

I need another cup of coffee, and I suspect Henry would like another taste. He is definitely my dog.

Early this morning it rained. I missed it, but I’m okay with that as right now the sun is working its way through the clouds. I’m cheering. It may be a nice day after all.

Since March, I have been with people socially three times: July 4th, my birthday and my friend’s birthday. The phone is my lifeline but only if I make the calls except for my friends Bill and Peg. They call to make sure I’m okay. This morning I spilled my coffee, was almost tripped by the trash bag in the kitchen destined for the dump then, when I opened a cabinet, stuff fell out and hit me in the head. It was a tall cabinet. I cried. I’m fine now. I think the cry was cathartic. It might also have been a bit of self pity. It has been a long time by myself, but, luckily, I’m entertaining!

I remember getting the measles when I was a kid. I had to stay in bed in a dark room for days. Back then, it was believed that light could cause blindness when you had the measles. Those days in bed were the worse days. I couldn’t read in the darkened room, and I couldn’t watch TV. I don’t remember how many days I was stuck in my bed. I just remember it seemed endless to a nine year old.

I no longer will make my daily chore list because I don’t seem to get much done. Perhaps it’s the pressure. I do hate things undone, but rest assured, I have a list, Things To Do This Week. It has seven chores or errands. The usual, the dump and the laundry, are on the list. Switching out to storm doors is tops on the list. It is too cold at night for the back door to be left open for the dog.

I am astounded but I shouldn’t be by the responses to the president getting the virus. We have the side which believes the democrats did it to him, ways and means yet undetermined. Perhaps it was an umbrella. We have the hoax side which believes that all of this is a lie and meant to give Trump a sympathetic lift in the polls. I don’t even know what to say about yesterday’s Covid parade.

The birds have found my filled feeders. I watched them flying in and out, happy to have them back. I saw chickadees, the stalwart birds, a few titmice and a single sparrow. I still have to fill the suet feeders. I’ll do that later.

I have voted!!!!

Every day I wake up and ask Alexa the time and the weather. Sometimes I get up while other times I just roll over and fall back to sleep. Today was a rollover day.

My list of chores is short. I need to fill the bird feeders, clean my little library and water my house plants. No cozies today as I have to go to the grocery store for cream and eggs, and I’ll stop at Agway, might as well while I’m out. I’ll pick up some fall plants and gourds for the front steps. With color disappearing, I want fall plants to brighten my little world for a bit, to keep the drab at bay and to stave off winter for as long as possible.

My ballot came yesterday. I was so very excited and tore open the envelope just to look. I’ll fill it out and mail it back tomorrow.

Henry stayed away from after I yelled at him. He was barking at the front door for what seemed like hours. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I yelled and told him to stop. I think I yelled a couple of times. Henry ran upstairs, his safe spot. I went to pat him and he wouldn’t come downstairs. I sweetly talked to him, but he stayed at the top of the stairs. Finally, I asked him if he wanted a biscuit. He came right downstairs to me.

When I was a kid, I never paid much attention to what was happening beyond my little town. My father got the paper every day, but I didn’t read it beyond the comics. The only use I had for newspapers back then was to make paper mâché. My mother would make the glue, the flour and water glue, and I’d slather strips of newspaper with it and begin my artistic endeavors. I made a puppet head once. The best part was the nose.