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“Morning is wonderful. Its only drawback is that it comes at such an inconvenient time of day.”

October 17, 2016

Summer has dropped back to visit for a few days. Today will be in the 70’s, and it is already warm. I haven’t anything to do, but I think I’ll go out and about to enjoy the day. It ought not to be missed.

I am now sleeping to a respectable hour. Today it was 7:30. I am surprised how long it took to sleep later than 4:30 as the rule of thumb is one day for each hour. Ghana is 4 hours ahead, but it took well over a week for my system to adjust. I figure it probably had to do with the day I came home when I didn’t get to sleep until 2 in the morning, 6 in the morning for my body. A day with little or no sleep wreaks havoc on any schedule.

My oak tree’s leaves are yellow. White flowers have recently bloomed in my front garden. I have no idea what those flowers are. I know they are perennials, late bloomers and white.

Gracie loves the open front door. She sees any interlopers who dare walk on her street and barks to let them know they are unwelcome. She runs outside to bark even more loudly should a dog walk by the house. The hair on her back stands up. She looks and sounds fierce. People walk faster to get pass the house. I chuckle. Gracie isn’t going anywhere. She is stuck in the yard. Her bark is her only weapon.

I bought Christmas presents in Ghana. When I travel, I always try to bring presents back, unique gifts. This trip I was especially lucky in shopping at two great places. One was Hakim’s, a jewelry store specializing in silver. The other was an artisan gallery. Both were in Accra. The gallery had every sort of Ghanaian craft. It was a fun place to shop despite the musty smell and the heat.

I actually came home with money. It was because I used a credit card at a couple of places  including the lodge. Usually, my American Express is useless in Africa. I wouldn’t even have brought it except I had to show the card I charged the flights on at the airport. I’m glad for that. Having money left over made me feel parsimonious, not an adjective ever applied to me.

The animals are sleeping. The house is quiet. It is a typical morning.

“Life is all about timing… the unreachable becomes reachable, the unavailable become available, the unattainable… attainable. Have the patience, wait it out It’s all about timing.”

May 5, 2016

It is the rainy season. Calling it that is my way of coping so I have few expectations and it stops my whining. Damp and chilly again today as it has been the whole week. I see nothing but grey outside my window: a grey sky and empty grey branches. In the front yard, though, I can see flowers, white flowers. I can also see violets, ancestors of the ones originally from my mother’s garden.

I am sorry for the lack of a music posting the other day. My computer got weird, and I couldn’t get the music to post. It took me all day to figure out a solution. After I figured it out, I did my happy dance and scared Fern a bit. She ran away slunked close to the ground.

I’ve been watching the Red Sox. They have been winning, and the games have been exciting. For home games, the stands are fairly full but the fans are bundled as if for winter. I remember that game in Cleveland where the temperature was about 38˚. It is warmer than that but add damp to the mixture, and it is difficult to stay warm. Even the players are wearing long sleeves and jersey covers for their heads and ears. Xander Bogaerts, the shortstop, is from Aruba. He must think he is living a nightmare.

When I was little, the weather didn’t phase me though I did wish for snow a lot in the winter, more for a snow day than a sledding day. Adults are complainers. Kids take every day as it comes but somehow or other grow up to be people who complain: it’s too cold or too hot, too busy or not busy enough. Ask adults, they’ll tell you there’s never enough time. I don’t know when the change happens, when carefree kids become annoying adults, but I’m thinking it is a by-product of puberty.

I always had more than enough time when I was little. I figure it’s because I had few responsibilities. I had homework but never very much until high school. I had to change into my play clothes every day, but it’s a stretch to call that a responsibility. It took maybe 5 minutes of my time. I managed to fill most of my days and really didn’t notice time passing. I had plenty.

I’m back to having plenty of time sprinkled here and there with a few must-do stuff. I have to food shop, but Peapod delivers. I have to do laundry, but I wait until the last minute to do it and most times it sits in the dryer for a while. Roseanna and Lee come every two weeks to clean. All that’s left for me is to clean the animal dishes, change my bed and sweep a bit in between.

Today’s rain is just rain.