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“Clouds suit my mood just fine.”

May 1, 2015

Okay, I’m not liking this on again off again sunny day. Today is cloudy and chilly. Supposedly warm days are coming, but I have become a weather skeptic. When I can go outside wearing a short sleeve shirt, I’ll become a believer.

This morning I dragged myself out of bed at ten, yup ten o’clock. Fern and Gracie were still with me. As my mother used to say, “You must have needed the sleep.”

We’re going to the dump today, a day later than usual. We’re also going to buy cat food and dog treats and a treat for me, my favorite sandwich.

Some days I have absolutely nothing to talk about while other days my words runneth over. Today is a nothing to talk about day. It is May Day which means baskets of flowers and it’s also International Workers’ Day, take your pick, both have merit. I’m in a flowers sort of mood hoping they’ll brush away the clouds.

When I was a kid, I felt interminably stuck inside on any sunny, spring school day. My classroom was surrounded by tall windows and looking out of them was a form of torture. I could see what I couldn’t have. There I was using my fingers to count while outside all that sun was being wasted. Even worse was when the sunlight shined on my desk. I loved recess on those sunny days but recess always had the same ending: the officious nun rang the bell, and we dutifully and quietly lined up in twos by class to go back inside. I remember running all the way home so I could play just a bit longer in the sun before my mother called me in for dinner.

I’ll abide the clouds today. It’s not as if I have a choice. I suppose I could be a Pollyanna and build a castle in the clouds, but given my mood, that’s far too much imagination for me. I’m really tired of clouds.

“Plain food is quite good enough for me. “

October 8, 2013

More fall-like weather followed last night’s rainstorm. Today is in the 60’s and the rest of the week will be the same. I went back to my sweatshirt this morning. The day is a bit dark though no rain is predicted. Every day is closer to the end of deck time. That makes me melancholic.

This morning I had a library board meeting, the last entry on this week’s dance card. I thoroughly enjoyed last week’s empty card except I did have that cleaning frenzy, now gone thank God, so this week looks like a lie on the couch and read week. Maybe I’ll add a few bon-bons.

The sun has just decided to make an appearance. It has that sharpness that comes on a cool day when the sun is just light, not warmth.  I can see it glinting through the leaves. The bird feeders by the deck are in shadow now, a consequence of the changing angle of the sun. If I never went outside, I would still know the time of year by following the path of the sun.

When I was a little kid, I liked fall but I disliked the shorter days because we’d only have a little time to be playing outside after school before homework and dinner. In the summer we’d be outside until close to seven and even later. This time of year five was pushing it and four was more likely. We’d come in, plop down in the front of the TV and watch Superman and The Mickey Mouse Club while my mother cooked supper. We always had a vegetable, usually from a can, mashed potatoes and some sort of meat. My mother was a whiz with hamburger. Her meatloaf was spectacular with ketchup on the top and bacon over the ketchup. We used to fight to get the crispy bacon strips. She’d also make hamburger in gravy over mashed potatoes and American chop suey. One of our favorites was a pseudo-Chinese dish with bamboo shoots and hamburger. That one always seemed exotic. We’d also have chicken, but my mother always baked it. Roast beef was reserved for Sunday dinner. The only fresh vegetable I remember eating was carrots, and I didn’t like carrots until I was older. I wanted canned Le Seuer peas and could eat them every night. For my last family meal before leaving for Ghana, I chose roast beef, mashed potatoes with gravy and Le Seuer peas. I chose comfort food.


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