This morning is another delight. The sun is brilliant, a squint your eyes brilliant. The blue sky is cloudless. A now and again breeze blows the leaves on the oak tree. It will in the mid 60’s today. I think I’ll go on the deck and close up the umbrellas and work toward the tables and chairs.
I have ambitions for today, but, of late, I seldom finish my lists of chores. I start out enthusiastically but peter out quickly. Yesterday I did reorganize the four drawers in the small bureau in the hall. That was on the list a few days ago. I found a few surprises like a whole set of antique place card holders of Chinese people, men and women with slits in their heads for the cards. I found beach pail place card holders and porcelain animals, also with slits in their heads. I’m thinking I need to do a dinner so I can use the Chinese holders. I’m already planning a menu in my head of all time favorites like muhammara. I haven’t made that in a while. Maybe I’ll just do a whole Moroccan meal. Oops, there I go again, starting out enthusiastically.
When I was a kid, I loved days like today for roaming all over town, sometimes on my bike but other times, the railroad track days, just walking. I knew all of the streets in every direction. Sometimes I rode into the next town like Reading, where the train station was, or Woburn with Horn Pond, or Wakefield with the lake and the teepee, or to Winchester just for the ride, or to Spot Pond where I’d plan to sneak in and swim but never did, and to my favorite stop, the Zoo. If I walked, I usually followed the tracks to the station or went uptown to the library and to window shops at all the stores. I’d bring my lunch knowing I’d be gone most of the day. I was mostly by myself.
My laundry is beginning to be a substantial pile. I’m almost ready to do a wash, but I don’t want to be rash.
