A new phenomenon has risen today. We have sun, yup sun. We also have a blue sky. The only snag to a perfect March day is the cold and the wind. It is only 39°, and the wind is making it feel so much colder. I will be content watching the world from my window.

My coffee is especially tasty this morning. Maybe it is the warmth it brings on a cold day. Maybe it is the country of origin, Nicaragua. In any case, I’m heading for cup two.

When I was a kid walking to school, I had to pass the field at the end of my street. On a day like today the wind whipped across it. Sometimes I’d open my arms and let the wind take me. It was almost like flying. Other times I’d keep my head down and my hands in my pockets. The wind would rock me, and the cold would blow up the sleeves of my coat. I was always so glad to get by that field to the street leading to my school. The street was protected by houses and trees on both sides.

My mother always made great school lunches, but they were the best after my father got paid. Usually I’d have a bologna sandwich, sometimes chips in a sandwich bag and cookies, but on pay weeks we’d have surprises like something Hostess, especially Hostess cupcakes. Sometimes we’d get money to buy lunch. I’d leave school and walk down the street to Santoro’s Sub Shop. The older man, I always figured he was Mr. Santoro though we were never officially introduced, would take my order and make the sub. On the walls around the shop were menu boards. On Fridays, I never had a choice. It was always a small tuna sub with pickles and hot pepper. I’d sometimes have enough money for chips and a drink. Santoro’s had no tables. Against one wall was a counter with stools on one side. I’d usually eat there.

My dance card is uke filled this week with practice, a lesson and two concerts though I probably will only go to one. I do need to do more cleaning. Nala is in the hall eating a toilet paper roll from the trash and chewing a pine branch she brought in through the dog door. I guess I’ll start there.

Today I am running late. I miss that hour we lost. Right now I need to get ready to go to Hyannis for my uke concert. We are playing St. Patrick’s Day music. I have my green all ready to wear including my fascinator. I will be festive!

I’m taking a forced break today. I’ll be back tomorrow!!