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“I left the fairy tales lying on the floor of the nursery, and I have not found any books so sensible since.”

November 8, 2015

Autumn has returned. The air is chilly. It is 54˚, a seasonal temperature. Last night the wind blew and howled. This morning more branches are bare, their leaves covering the ground and deck. The house was cold when I woke up so I had to turn the heat back on. Gracie and I are going to the dump and Agway then we’ll watch the Patriots.

It is a quiet day both inside and out. Gracie is sleeping and breathing deeply. The keys make noise when I type. Those are the only sounds I can hear. The quiet is a Sunday thing. That’s the way it has always been. I know the stores are all opened, but my neighborhood has no shouts from kids playing in the street and no dogs barking one after the other. Noises like leaf blowers, instead of rakes, and lawn mowers are Saturday things. They were when I was young and still are today. The rest of the days of the week haven’t as much personality as the weekend.

When I was young, I loved nursery rhymes. The way the words fit together and the rhythm appealed to my ears. I always said them sing-songy. We used to tease my brother by calling him Georgie Porgie then we’d run before he could catch us. I used to wonder about the ten o’clock scholar, “A diller, a dollar,  A ten o’clock scholar, What makes you come so soon? You used
to come at ten o’clock, And now you come at noon.” How could he be earlier if he came later? I looked this up one time and found out the word ‘diller’ is a Yorkshire term for a boy who is dim-witted and stupid. The ten and twelve o’clock lines are the other students making fun of him. It still doesn’t make a whole lot of sense to me.

I don’t know if I have a favorite nursery rhyme as I liked so many of them. I always felt bad for Old Mother Hubbard’s dog, Humpty Dumpty and poor Jack of Jack and Jill fame. I used to wish on the first star, Star Light Star bright, The first star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, Have the wish I wish tonight. Actually I often still do. I don’t think many wishes ever came true , but I thought I’d keep giving it a try in case. I liked the days of the week one because I was a Sunday child: But the child that is born on the Sabbath day Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay. Maybe my favorite one is Christmas is coming, the geese are getting fat, Please to put a penny in the old man’s hat; If you haven’t got a penny, a ha’penny will do, If you haven’t got a ha’penny then God bless you!

I accepted this rhyme without too many questions. It was the Christmas is coming which I loved the very thought of. Bob Cratchit and his family ate goose so that was okay with me. I got the penny part and my mother told me a ha’penny was a half penny. I wondered if you had to cut the penny in half. It took a while before I got the answer to that one.

“Live in rooms full of light.”

November 18, 2011

Today is chilly. The sun and blue sky are back, but they don’t mean much when it’s cold: pretty, maybe, but useless. My backyard is winter dreary. The trees are almost all bare branches. I can see every neighbor’s house again. The gray squirrels are back from vacation. I suspect they’ll be around the feeders more often as the paper noted a scarcity of acorns this year.

I have been far busier than I want. I like my sloth days, and they have been few of late. Today the car is going in for servicing which means I’ll sit and read and wait. I wouldn’t mind if the dealership was near stores where I could while away my time, but there is nothing there but a whole line of dealerships. I guess I’ll bring my iPad and try not to look disgustingly bored. Now if I can only keep my foot from tapping.

My backyard has three spots where lights go on every night. The one on the left is the bottle tree where small lights are in the bottles and around the sort of trunk of the tree, another is where tulip lights are stuck into the ground and the third is a metal post tilting a bit to the right with colored lights wound around it. The lights go on at 5 and off at midnight. I like looking out the window at them. They keep the dark night at bay for a little while anyway. If I could, I’d wind lights around all the trunks of my trees so my yard looked like a fairy land. I have a feeling, though, my neighbors wouldn’t be as charmed. They think me crazy for leaving my window lights on all the time. One even told me that.

It is no accident that December was chosen for Christmas. At the darkest time of the year, the world is filled with light and a sense of joy. Even now, in a sort of practice for the season to come, my living room has glass lights strung across my mantle. The glass lights covers are turkeys, Indians, Pilgrims and cornucopias. A lit gourd and a set of lighted twigs are in the coal hod by the fireplace. I light them every night.

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