Today is another wonderfully beautiful summer day. The morning air is clear. The sun is a bit diffused. There are clouds, but they are just part of the background of the day. The temperature will be in the high 70’s. The low will be a lovely 68˚. A strong breeze ruffles the leaves and bends the top branches of the pines. Today is a day to be enjoyed.

Today begins August. It wasn’t my favorite month but it was. I guess that’s a contradiction of sorts needing explaining. Well, August meant closer to back to school, the end of my summer, but August also meant my birthday, the best day ever. It all makes sense.

When I was a kid, I wasn’t ever thrilled with Sundays. I had to go to mass and stay around for dinner. On some Sunday afternoons we went to visit my grandparents in East Boston. I was always bored unless I explored. The thousands of cousins, who were also dragged to my grandparents, were more my sisters’ ages. I was the oldest grandchild. I lived in a smallish town so I was in awe of the city and found it intriguing. Corner stores were everywhere. People sold slush out of their windows. Bakeries had pizza, square pizza which I still love. I remember the truck with the merry go round stopping on the streets so kids could buy rides. The horses were small. There were four or five of them spinning in a tight circle. I was too old to ride, but I was okay with no horseback riding. I had the city to explore.

When I started traveling, I loved roaming the cities. I had favorites. London topped the list, but we are, of course, excluding Accra, my favorite of all. I have been to London more times than I can remember. Sometimes I stayed in a B&B, mostly when I was young. Later I’d stay in hotels, nice but inexpensive hotels. We stayed at the President a few times. It was in Russell Square around the corner from the subway, the tube. I remember breakfast included the traditional tomato and sort of rubbery bacon. I used to call room service for coke and ice. The oldest delivery lady always came to my room hauling the tray. She wore a full apron with a bib. I always gave her a big tip. I felt bad.

In South America, Quito, old Quito, is my favorite city. We stayed in a hotel around the corner from the plaza. Women wearing shawls and hats toted bundles of stuff, usually covered bundles to make them easier to carry but difficult to identify. I roamed the narrow streets. I stopped to visit churches and museums. I shopped in a couple of stores. I sat on the plaza steps for a while to watch the world go by me. I ate on the run. Quito was my hub for exploring. I went in a bus to the equator. There was a shack of sorts and a line on the ground separating the two hemispheres. I stood straddling the line so I was in both hemispheres. The shack sold souvenirs and post cards. I bought a few post cards, wrote them out and paid to have them sent from the equator so the postmark was 00°00’00. That was really neat. Another day I went to a market a distance from the city. It was unbelievable. The market had everything from animals to prepared foods, clothes, cloth, household goods and so much more. I bought a few things, easy to carry things. One was a small basket and the other a hat, a beautiful red sort of cowboy hat I still have which is old enough now to be an antique. Inside the hat it says Industria Equatoriana and La Paloma de Tubac. I wore that hat rather than pack and probably squash it. I must have been an interesting sight to behold.

Today is another delight. The sun is bright. There is no humidity and a slight breeze keeps the day cool. It is only 69˚ right now and won’t get any higher than 74˚. The low for the tonight will be 59˚. I will definitely have to find a blanket. Last night was chilly. I think the dogs huddled against me hoping to keep themselves warm. They woke up early so, consequently, did I. Now, keep in mind, early is a relative term. For me it was 9:45, but it was 3:30 when I went to bed. I just wasn’t tired until then.

I did a bit of cleaning yesterday. All of downstairs got vacuumed, and the den got polished and cleaned. Today I will wash the kitchen and hall floors. The kitchen is tile while the floor is wood. From the den to the back door is always the route the dogs take and is always where I find muddy paw prints and lot of balls of fur.

The dogs are having their morning naps. I almost want to keep jostling them awake in a weird sort of quid pro quo, but I’ll take the high road. I may also take a nap today, my Saturday nap just to distinguish it from my other naps, but it has been a while since I’ve napped.

When I was a kid, I would loved today’s weather. It calls for a long bike ride. I would have packed a lunch, and my mother, knowing I’d be gone most of the day, would usually would give me a nickel for a drink or a candy bar. I opted for the candy bar. Choking down my lunch was worth it. Besides, I knew where every bubbler in town was. My lunch was always bologna, from the roll you had to cut into slices, on white bread which is all my mother ever bought. I added cookies, usually Oreos which I could find in the full larder as my mother grocery shopped on Fridays. I’d throw my brown bag lunch into the bike basket and take off for most of the day. Most times I was by myself. I never minded but rather liked it as I could take a break when I wanted and could bike any route in town.

Now, what did I buy with my nickel? A corner store not so far away from where I lived always had Milky Way and Three Musketeers bars in the freezer section. I usually bought the Milky Way. I remember it broke off in chunks when I bit it. The chunks took a while to chew. That was the best part of a frozen Milky Way: how long it took to eat. I would’ve paid even a dime for such a delicacy, for such a treasure.