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“November… leads the months their wintry round”

November 19, 2016

The rain alternates between a mist and a heavier rain, a windshield wipers rain. My deck was closed this morning despite the weather. The furniture is covered, the rug is gone and the flower pots have been emptied and stored. It looks sort of dismal, deserted. One chair is uncovered just in case we get one of those rare warm November days perfect for deck sitting.

In keeping with the Saturday television traditions of my youth, I am watching a really bad science fiction movie called Ferocious Planet. Scientists and soldiers have been transported to a different dimension. Prehistoric looking creatures have already killed two, biting them in half, and have destroyed the lab with them in it. Somehow, though, everyone survived despite one of the guys having a rebar sticking out of his chest. There was blood, but the cheesy effects didn’t hide that the rebar was really being held between his chest and arm. He later gets cut in half, special effects again. This is so bad I can’t wait for the rest of it!

My sister in Colorado has snow and temperatures at night in the teens. That is too much winter too soon.

I have been saving pumpkin recipes for a while. The pumpkin cookie recipe I printed yesterday sounds delicious. I even have all the ingredients. I’m thinking tomorrow might be a baking day.

I have no intention of doing anything today. My house is clean, my laundry done and the larder filled. The weather doesn’t entice me to go outside; instead, I’m thinking of being cozy in bed watching movies on my iPad. I doubt I’ll even get dressed.

“In life, more than in anything else, it isn’t easy to end up alive.”

July 31, 2014

I am outside on the deck writing Coffee. The day is such a delight I didn’t want to miss any breeze, any bird song or any butterfly flitting by. It is a bit noisy here as I can hear mowers and blowers and cars going down the street, but those are short-lived sounds and I can be patient until they disappear. Gracie is with me and she is sleeping in the corner in the shade.

Just as I was ready to go out last night I found a dead mouse on the rug by the door. It wasn’t there earlier as I had been in and out and think I would have noticed. It was a baby grey mouse. As to which of my animals is the mighty hunter I have no idea. What is strange is I never heard the encounter. Usually the hunter makes quite a bit of nose running and slipping across the floor. The mouse looked as if it was sleeping and was dry, no saliva all over it, so I’m thinking it was Fern or Maddie. Gracie is a sloppy hunter. Now I’ll set up the have-a-heart trap as one mouse really means many mice.

I am not an accident ready to happen but rather an accident which has already happened and will happen again and again. It is my lot in life. Lately my feet and toes have fallen victims to my genetic defect. A wooden sign which says No Pets was moved the other night, and I forgot. It fell on my foot, and the swelling didn’t go down until yesterday. I stubbed the same toe twice in the last two days. What is even worse is I stubbed it against the cat gate both times. Some people live and learn. I live and have bumps, cuts and black and blues. It didn’t happen when I was a kid. I guess I grew into the defect passed along by my father. My favorite of all is the exhaust burn from my motorcycle. Don’t get me wrong it hurt like hell, but it was the circumstance which gave me to know I was my father’s daughter. There I was stopped on the road to let a herd of goats cross. I was holding my motorcycle but loosely and only by the handlebars. The goats changed direction and ran into my bike which I dropped. It landed on my leg hence the exhaust burn. I think the goats did it on purpose and I’m sticking with that story.