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The morning is sunny though clouds are predicted for later. Alexa won the morning weather report. Google said it was cloudy while Alexa said sunny. I suggested Google should look out his window.

It’s a pretty morning with a blue sky, a bright sun and a small breeze. It will be in the 60’s. Today is dump day, how exciting! This is a four uke week: practice, a lesson and two concerts. We’re doing cowboy for the concerts then starting transportation 2 with mostly songs about walking for the concerts.

I vacuumed this morning. My house was filled with tumbleweeds, aka dog hair balls, which flew when I walked by them. The dust gave the house a bit of a haunted look, a seasonable look.

When I was a kid, I loved fall. I loved the colored leaves. I’d save them by putting the most colorful, usually yellow, between two pieces of wax paper then I’d iron the paper. Sometimes I’d use cardboard and glue to make a bookmark with the leaves. I’d save the best for Christmas presents.

I remember how wonderful the air smelled on a crisp fall morning. We’d walk on the sidewalk to school. It was covered with fallen leaves from the trees, a sort of arbor, hanging over it. Our steps were silenced, muted, by walking on the coats of leaves. While we were in school, the day warmed. It was perfect for recess and for playing outside in the afternoon.

I was never good at drawing. I drew stick figures and could only differentiated between male and female by giving the females a single line of flipped up longish hair and triangular shaped dresses. The males were au natural, just sticks. I’d give them all fingers, 5 straight lines at the ends of their arms. Sometimes I’d draw a flower on one of the fingers. That was when I felt especially creative.