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The clouds and dampness seem to have entrenched themselves. The sun did appear for a bit yesterday but I think it was a tease. The cold weather starts today and tonight will be in the 40’s. I’m wearing my sweat shirt and flannels.

When I was a kid, I wore flannel pajamas and slipper socks. I loved those slippers. They were warm, and if I dragged my feet, they made noise. I got a new pair every Christmas. I still have a pair.

I stopped wearing pajamas a long time ago. I wear a t-shirt and cotton around the house pants in summer and a t-shirt and flannels in winter. I add a sweatshirt on really cold days. Today I’m wearing my Red Sox sweatshirt in honor of the day. The first game in the ALCS is tonight at Fenway. My allegiance to the hometown team is never in question.

Maddie’s head is always wet. Henry is forever licking her and nibbling on her ears. The cat doesn’t mind. She stands there or weaves in and out of Henry’s legs.

Yesterday I went through all the stuff I’ve already bought for Christmas. I put the gifts in individual bags and made a list. I was surprised by how much I have for some and how little for others. Everyone gets a new ornament, and I have almost none of those. The grand nephews and niece get new toothbrushes, a tradition started when their parents were young, and I have none of those either. I also need to hit the bookstore for Christmas books. I shop all year so many of the gifts are fun, even different. I love finding the unexpected.

It has started raining. Henry just came inside, and he is wet, but he dries quickly.

The weekend will be quiet. I don’t even have a dance card. I do have two cans of pumpkin and a bunch of recipes for pumpkin. I haven’t baked in a while so it’s time. My baking pans are outside in a waterproof box. I ran out of cabinet space. I call that box my pantry.

I’m hankering for Thai food.

The deluge arrived yesterday in the early afternoon. The weatherman said the cape would get the most rain. We had 3.5 inches by then, but I think the rain stopped earlier than expected. Henry went out around 1:30 ( that would be AM), and the rain had stopped by then. It was damp but still warm, in the low 60’s, and it will be the same today, another rainy day.

When I was a kid, the walk to school wasn’t far: down the hill then across Washington Street to Pomeworth Street which led right to the front of the school. It was downhill in the morning then uphill in the afternoon. I loved Pomeworth Street. I got to cross the railroad tracks, and from then on the street was mostly straight with a wide sidewalk. Big, old houses bordered the sidewalk on one side. Trees lined both sides of the walk. They formed a canopy. I loved those trees in the fall with their bright colors, and I loved them in the spring when the first leaves appeared.

When I went to high school, I walked in the opposite direction and was by myself. The friend I walked to school with from the first grade to the eighth grade went to the local high school. I didn’t. To get to my school I had to catch a bus at 7:05 so I left my house around 6:45. The bus had a few people but was mostly filled with lots of us going to the same school two towns away. The bus driver must have wondered how he got stuck with a school bus.

It is dump day. I always think of Gracie and how much she loved going to the dump. She’d see the bags of trash, and she’d circle through the dining room, into the hall and then into the living room where she’d wait impatiently by the door. Henry hasn’t done a dump run. I’m trying to get him not to mind the leash. It is here on the couch, and he’s slowly getting used to it though he still jumps away if I move it too close to him. The leash is first then the car. I also still have a halter for him. It is slow going but it is going.

When I woke up, it seemed early. The morning air had a sense about it I could feel through the open window. I checked the clock. It was 8:45, not so early for some but early for me. Henry and I got up and went downstairs, and the routine began. First, clean up the cat’s puppy pads then let Henry out to the backyard. Feeding Henry and Maddie is next. Both stay in the kitchen impatiently waiting for breakfast. Henry turns circles. Maddie meows over and over. I tend to them then finally I make coffee and go outside for the papers. They settle down for morning naps, and I read my papers.

Today it’s 70˚ but feels cooler because of the dampness, because of the wind and the clouds. Rain is predicted for this afternoon.

Yesterday I did errands. I made five stops and felt accomplished. When I got home, I did a few odd chores which did not include the laundry. It is still by the cellar door. The pile gets bigger every day because I add more laundry.

I had toast with my coffee this morning. It was spread with grape jelly made by my friend Peg. I tend to be a bit stingy with the jelly so it will last longer.

I used to turn on the news each morning. Now I watch something mindless, something needing little attention from me as I read the papers and write Coffee.

My sandals are back out of the closet. It has been quite warm the last few days. I’ve also put the flannel shirts away and replaced them with short sleeve shirts. It is a bit of summer in October.

Every morning I find stuffing from my down comforter on the floor. It falls out of Henry’s chewed holes. I used to restuff then sew the holes closed, but I’ve given up doing that. The comforter is so old that everything is clumped and even sneakers in the dryer don’t help. It’s time for a new comforter with a duvet cover so Henry won’t have anything to chew.

Henry is barking at the front door so I’m going to check for intruders. I never find any so his barking is usually a mystery, but I still check anyway. There’s always that one time.

What a surprise! Today is again cloudy and damp. The breeze is a strong one so the streets and yards will be littered with fallen leaves. It is a warm day.

This morning I had a library board meeting. It was a quick one so I got home when the coffee was still hot. On the way into the house, I noticed a small red something in my garden. I investigated carefully. It is a mushroom, the first red mushroom I’ve ever seen in the garden.

On the way to my meeting, I rubbernecked a bit. Many houses have pumpkins on their front steps. Some are decorated for Halloween. The house down the street has a giant web across its picture window. A spider, the stuff of arachnophobia, is climbing the web.

I like to think of myself as an intrepid traveler. I don’t do tours except for city tours to orient myself. The longest trip I’ve taken was the eight weeks I spent going from Venezuela to Rio. This trip was pre-computer. I bought travel guides and planned everything. Even now I am amazed that my two years of college Spanish was enough. In any language I’ve studied, I always hear more than I speak which has always worked well. I remember in Caracas going to the ticket depot, a huge building filled with kiosks representing the different bus companies. I wandered until I found the kiosk selling tickets to my next destination, Mérida at the foot of the Andes. We got the tickets and found the bus on which we were the only foreigners, the only English speakers. The Venezuelans sort of adopted us even to ordering our lunch at a mid-day stop. We had mountain trout, and it was delicious. I knew then we’d be okay.

Morocco was my first solo trip. This time I used my computer to plan my visit. I figured my high school French would be enough. It was. I had an amazing time.

I took two trips to Ghana by myself, but it was easy. It was like going home after a long time away.

This morning I got three books at the library. I’m happy.

Today is warm, 71˚. It is a dark, cloudy day, but we aren’t expecting rain. I have a few house things to do like the ever present laundry, and I need to repot a few new plants I bought yesterday, but that’s it for my to do list so the rest of my day can be devoted to lolling about watching cheesy movies on YouTube.

Henry has his Halloween costume, but I’ll have trouble getting it on him as he won’t even let me attach the leash to his collar. Despite that I’m thinking this costume will be well worth the effort.  My hope is I can at least one picture of him. His costume is the height of irony. Henry will be a squirrel, a spawn of Satan.

I bought a new fascinator for Halloween. It is all black, has a veil in the front and a black spider across the top. It makes me wish I had a black dress like Morticia Adams always wore.

When I was a kid, I had an old black and white television set in my room. I’d lie in bed and watch. I liked movies most of all. This time of year the old monster movies would be on. I think Dracula scared me the most. That the count wore all black added to the fright as did his gleaming eyes and that cape. Frankenstein’s monster wasn’t all that scary to me. I sort of felt bad for him especially when all the villagers were hunting him. What I remember most about the mummy is the horror of him being wrapped then buried alive, and when the mummy was awakened, his obsession with his princess though I didn’t know the word for it back then. I just knew nothing would stop him from getting to her.

Those old movies never had all the blood, all the gore, that movies have now. They relied on mood, shadows and the imagination to scare us. I still like watching those movies. They are a part of my Halloween.

The house was cold this morning. I put on a sweatshirt and turned on the heat until the house felt warm. When I went to get the papers, I found outside warmer than inside.

The day is lovely. Bright sunlight is glinting through the leaves on the trees in the backyard. Everything is still. Bird songs are the only sounds. It is the perfect fall day.

The tourists are back for the long weekend and the good weather. Yesterday I had to use back roads because the main road was clogged with lines of cars waiting at the lights. The parking lot at Cuffy’s was filled with buses filled with people buying Cape Cod t-shirts with sharks on the front I’m guessing.

When I was a kid, today would have been the perfect day to explore, to ride my bike all over town. I had favorite places like Weiss dairy farm. I remember watching the black and white cows walk from the barn to the field. Their path was mud with grass on each side of the path. The barn was white and had a conveyer belt to the loft. It sometimes had bales of hay on it. I thought it was neat to live in a town with a farm.

A field where a couple of horses grazed was a short bike ride away. The house was in the far back of the field. I remember it was red and looked like a block, a square. I used to grab some grass and stand by the fence hoping to entice the horses to eat. My big dream was to ride one. It is a good thing I never did. Who knows what I would have broken falling off.

I used to bike the trail pass the swamp as it was a shortcut to the road leading to the next town and its lake. I didn’t stop at the swamp. It wasn’t all that interesting this time of year. The tadpoles were now frogs and had moved on. The flitting bugs we called knitting needles were also gone, driven away by the chilly nights. We would return to the swamp when it was ice, and we could skate on it.

We’d bike to the lake and ride around it. I remember the Indian Trading Post at one end of the lake. It had two teepees, one on each side of the building. It was neat place to visit. The trading post had beautiful handmade feathered Indian bonnets, beaded clothes and stuff like arrowheads which had been found locally. My father bought his headdress there when he became sachem of the Red Men.

All my favorite places are pretty much gone now. The farm has no cows. It sells mulch. The field with the horses is now streets with rows of houses. The swamp is long gone, replaced by apartments for the elderly. The Indian Trading Post was torn down. I, however, still have vivid memories of all those places. They helped give me the best childhood and the most wonderful places to ride my bike.

Today is one of those weird weather days. When I woke up, I looked outside the bedroom window and saw a dark day, a cloudy day. A few minutes later I dragged myself out of bed, and this time it was sunny outside. That’s the way it’s been.

The wind is strong. All the branches are turning and twisting. The day is cool because of that wind.

A dump run is on my to-do list. I also need a few groceries. Other than those errands, my dance card is totally empty for the next week. I’m going to stop at the library. Books can fill that empty dance card.

I tried to put a leash on Henry this morning. He ran outside and stayed there looking through the dog door. When he finally came back inside, he avoided me. He jumped on the couch, and when I tried to pat him, he jumped off the couch. He did that a few times but is now settled on the couch away from me. He is leery.

When I was a kid, I felt protected by Duke, our boxer. Duke would stand at the front door and watch the street in front of our house. We knew when anyone walked by as Duke would bare his teeth, growl deep in his throat then bark and jump on the storm door. People usually walked fast pass our house.

We’re getting into soup weather. My favorite is chicken noodle though I would never turn down tomato soup and a grilled cheese sandwich. My mother used to make pea soup with the Sunday dinner ham bone. She always froze some to give to me.

I bought some tapioca to make pudding. My mother used to make the best tapioca pudding. My father loved it, and it was his second favorite, behind chocolate pudding. When my parents came to visit, I always made my father a chocolate pie. He never shared.

Sort of summer has returned. The morning is warm. I stayed outside a while taking in the sun after I picked up the papers. Tall white flowers are still blooming in the small garden in front of the house. I always stop and admire them knowing that the season of flowers is almost gone.

The birds, especially the chickadees, are in and out of the feeders hanging above the deck. Already I need to refill a couple of those smaller feeders and put out the suet. I got 24 free blocks of suet when I bought the new feeders.

The only trees with leaves are the oak trees in the backyard. They turn red. The rest of the trees are pine. They drop needles all over the front lawn, so many needles some of the lawn disappears. The guys will rake three or four times.

The first time I ever lived alone was in Ghana. It was quite a change from being with over 100 other people during the weeks of training. I remember one day in week seven I went to the dorm room where all of us women stayed. I said I’d had it, and I was packing to go home. The other women chimed in they were leaving too. That made us laugh. We were all fine again.

When I moved into my house on school grounds, I was alone with no one to talk to about my homesickness. I wrote letters never to be mailed. They were filled with the feelings I was struggling to get through. I even gave myself until Christmas for things to change or I’d go home. They did change, and I got used to being alone. I filled my time with reading, preparing lessons and writing letters describing my days; what had become commonplace for me was new and exciting for my family and friends. I had to keep reminding myself of that. I was in Africa after all.

Some time during the early morning it rained. The streets are still a bit wet along the sides. The day is damp and it’s dark. I’m staying home today.

When I was a kid, I walked to school, even on a rainy day. I didn’t have rain boots, but I did have a raincoat. I didn’t wear a hat. I always got wet. The cloakroom outside my classroom smelled of wet. In winter it was wet wool. On a rainy day, boots were on the floor under the coat hooks. The floor stayed wet all day.

When I’d get home from school. I’d be wet again. In winter my shoes went under the radiator. My uniform got hung up to dry. I’d put on my pajamas and slippers even though it was late afternoon. They made me feel warm and cozy.

Spitting rain is just an annoyance. I want heavy rain beating the roof and windows. I want to be surrounded by the sound of rain.

I loved the rainy season in Ghana. The first rains were tremendous. They pounded the tin roofs of my house and the classroom block where I taught. The sound was so loud I couldn’t teach. I couldn’t be heard. Each time I’ve returned to Ghana, it has been during the tail end of the rainy season. The storms even then are still tremendous. On my first time back, I was on my way to the market when the heavy rain started. I stood under an overhang outside a shop. The woman in the shop saw me and invited me inside where it was dry. I sat on the chair she offered. I think her customers were wondering what the white woman was during sitting in the shop. During my last visit, my friends and I sat in the dining room at Zaina Lodge. The room was open on three sides. We could see the sheet of rain making its way toward us. When the rain reached us, it poured heavy drops which fell straight down. We watched until the storm ended. We stayed dry. At our hotel in Bolga, we sat in the restaurant under the thatch roof above the table and chairs. The rain surrounded us. I loved it.