When I woke up this morning, it was sunny but cold. Now, the sun has disappeared and it is only 29°. We are under a winter storm watch. The snow prediction for Cape Cod is 3 to 6 inches, but the snow is expected to change to rain and sleet.

I have no plans for today. Yesterday I was all over the place, five different stops. I even went to the dump with an almost empty trunk, so unlike me, but not to fear, the laundry is still in the hall so all is well with my world.

I didn’t have my first plane ride until I was in college. It was a flight from Hyannis to Boston in a prop, an Easter gift from the Easter Bunny. That single ride started it all.

I have ridden in a hot air balloon, an untethered balloon. It was a magnificent ride. We were one among several balloons taking advantage of the last of the good fall days. The ride had been postponed a couple of times because of the wind. It was a glorious morning. People still in their pajamas and robes rushed out to see us. My favorite view was of the pig farm and the scurrying pigs. We landed perfectly, basket upright. We had breakfast and toasted our perfect ride with glasses of champagne. In each glass was a pin, a replica of the balloon.

My helicopter ride was from LaGuardia to J.F.K. The copter took off straight up then whirred across the city. There was even a stewardess whose only responsibility was to make sure we were buckled. It was an amazing ride with the city close below us, but what was even more amazing was my luggage made it from Boston to LaGuardia to JFK to Ghana despite being out of my sight for an entire day.

My glider ride was out of Plymouth. The day was perfect with the brightest sun and the bluest sky. We were towed into the air by a powered plane connected to us by a rope. When we were high enough, the pilot of my glider had me release the tow rope. We soared over the ocean catching thermals. The view seemed endless. I could even see the skyline of Boston. The only sound was of the wind.

When I woke up this morning, the sun was shining and the sky was blue. I asked Google about the weather and was told it would be cloudy and rainy. Within the next ten minutes the sun disappeared, and darkening clouds covered the sky. Google was right for the meanwhile. Twenty minutes later the blue was back, and the sun was shining, but some clouds are still hanging around just to remind us of the weather prediction.

It is a warm day and already 50˚. We are on a weather seesaw. Tomorrow will be similar to today, but Thursday the temperature will drop to 33˚, and on Friday we’ll have rain and snow.

Nala watches YouTube but only boxer videos. At first I wasn’t sure, but this morning it was obvious. She was right beside me and watched boxers running and gamboling. When the scene switched, she stopped watching until the boxers came back. She doesn’t seem to enjoy Space Force so she’s napping.

Both dogs are on the couch with me. They are sleeping, one on each side of me. When I was a kid, Duke wasn’t allowed on beds or on the furniture. He was a rug dog when we were looking, but he sneaked on the couch late at night while we were all abed. Duke was a tricky dog. As for my animals, they always sleep on couches or beds. They scoff at rugs. They feel entitled.

When I was a kid, my parents told us Chinese was not for kids. We believed them. The only exotic food we ate was spaghetti, I-talian food, with the I long and emphasized. It wasn’t until we were bit older, but still kids, that we tasted Chinese. Nothing happened. I don’t know what I expected, but I didn’t expect to realize my parents told us lies so they didn’t have to share.

We ate steamers. We ate sardines. Both just seemed to be ordinary foods for us. I still like steamers, but the idea of eating sardines gives my taste buds pause, even makes me gag a bit.