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The morning is perfect. It is 74° degrees, sunny and dry. The air is still. It is a day to be out and about or a day to loll on the deck with a book and a cold drink. Lemonade, a bit tart, would be perfect. I was awakened by the roar of the mower cutting the grass in my front yard. It was early for me, around 9, but I’m thinking not so early in the world of mowing.

When I was lying in bed, I could hear the plink of falling acorns hitting the metal bird seed storage barrel on the deck. Acorns are all over the deck. Nala chews them. In the spawn attacked deck box, the poor flowers have died. Well, one died and two disappeared. It is now empty. I’m going to have to buy a couple more.

When I was a kid, Saturday had rituals. We watched Saturday morning TV, still in our pajamas, with cereal bowls in hand while sitting close enough to the TV to cause blindness. Saturday was chore day. My father did his errands in the morning and worked in the yard in the afternoon, weather permitting. We had a New England Saturday night dinner though in the summer we often had a barbecue, also traditional. When we kids, it was hot dogs and hamburgers. When we were much older, it was spare ribs, steaks tips, Chinese sausage or chicken. My mother would make peppers and onions or potato salad. We were never a green salad family. Saturday night was bath night, a universal ritual.

My dance card is empty for the weekend. I’ll hunker down at home. I could vacuum or dust, but I won’t. I will water the inside plants. Rain is coming tomorrow so I don’t need to water outside. My hibiscus have started blooming. The front garden is still awash with color. Soon the clematis covering the front fence will bloom. The air will be abuzz with the sounds of the bees swarming the clematis. I’ll walk by gently.

Today is a lovely summer day. The temperature is 71°. The sun is bright in a blue sky. A breeze is blowing the trees and branches. Best of all, the humidity is gone. Of course, it being summer on Cape Cod, the humidity will be back, but not today.

My muse has taken a vacation. I keep starting and stopping. I keep getting stuck. I even yawn a little. I’m thinking a morning nap is in order.

Prepare for stream of consciousness.

My favorite pie is lemon meringue. My friend used to make it for me instead of a birthday cake. I’ll take blueberry pie next. My mother always made Thanksgiving pies and included lemon meringue. She made apple, my father’s favorite. He added a chunk of cheddar. I prefer sweet potato pie to pumpkin and custard more than both.

I have four pairs of high tops. I have a fifth pair I stored somewhere, but it is now lost in time. That pair is pink. I like my red high tops best. I’d like a green pair next.

I don’t wear hats unless it is Arctic cold. I have one hat dating back to high school. My friend’s grandmother knitted it for me. It is pink and white. There is a funny side to hats and me. I don’t wear them, but I collect them. I have some really neat ones like an old band hat with a red plume. A fedora reminds me of my dad as he wore one to work very day when I was a kid. One of my favorites is a wide pink hat I figure some elegant woman wore in the 50’s. My train conductor’s hat is blue. I have my old brownie hat. I have a red fez and a red Chinese cap. My sister gave me her Easter hat from when she was a little girl. It has a wide brim and a blue bow. I have other hats, but I’ll save those for another day.

I love hamburgers and cheeseburgers. My favorite ice cream changes. A while back it was mint chocolate chip. Lately it has been mocha chip. My favorite topping is hot fudge, and harkening back to my youth, marshmallow goes on top of the fudge, but whipped cream is fine too.

I like brownies. I loved my mother’s brownies with chocolate frosting and jimmies. I like too many cookies to choose a favorite though chocolate chip would be close.

Wow, it seems I overcame my writing lethargy. I could go on, but I need another cup of coffee, and I want to save something for my next museless day.