Saturday, July 16, 2022

Field Notes- Saturday, July 16th Sunshine and 72 degrees at 10am.


 Soft blue floor and ceiling of this porch.  Nice furniture.  Soothing.

Saturday.  Nothing on tv.  Husband is filling his weekly pill box container.  Click, click, click and I can hear the pills in the bottles.  I take two pills, A statin and a  MultiVitamin.  I put them into a tiny dish. Each morning.  Last time I had blood work....my doctor said the number were "perfect". I usually take that as agreement for me not taking pills any more.  But I got a refill......

So...... Watched episodes from season one of Castle.  The "getting to know each other season".  Before Castle starting putting on weight.  Bones has starting running on another station.  I actually used to watch that....but now...it's really tedious.  Not as tedious as the News.  And Baseball....kill me now...that is the Webster's Definition of Boring.  I gave up on Buffy.  I am thinking of giving up on the news for the rest of this month.

I still haven't done the load of wash I prepped days and even a week ago.  I'm going to do it today.  Like right after I hit the publish button here- with you.

Watered the Annual Flower containers and each container had small clover plants sprouting.  So I had to "weed" the containers.  that was "new".

I was in line at the grocery yesterday  (I had gone to the Library to drop off books that were due and then walk to Maine Street to the bookstore to order four books) and while in line behind an sweet older woman and her younger male companion (her son I learned)-- and she slid over to me to tell me she was having her 93rd birthday soon.  Her son drove across the State to come grocery shop with her.....and he paid. I wished her a Happy Birthday and said I also had a son.....who would love to grocery shop with me but the drive from California was a bit too long.  We both got a chuckle out of that.

I have been thinking about a 93rd Birthday ever since.  17 more years.  

Perhaps FATE sent that little sparkly eyed woman to me.  With a message.

3 comments:

  1. "I just turned off the news and put on a serial killer documentary to relax"

    saw that on Twitter LOL

    So, my great aunt had a beautiful front porch like this one. On each end was a swing bench. It always reminded me of family gatherings. All funerals ended up here, on the porch, people drinking beer, smoking cigarettes, talking about the past and the family. I remember that porch as a very young child and as a young adult. A "family place". From parties, funerals, and family gatherings.

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  2. I spent time on my grandmother's porch when we lived with her and my grandfather in a "two family". and then in the house my parents bought. On that porch on the 'glider" reading all summer- after the required swimming lessons and then just free pool time at the local pool- by the elementary school parking lot. Super Clorinated. I somehow found time after ironing all the clothing for the household in the basement listening to my little radio. They should have named me Cinderella.

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  3. I remember those metal forms that we put in my dad's jeans when we hung them to dry. I also remember my aunt ironing her husband's clothes day in and day out, asking myself ... why does SHE have to do that? Another time

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