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Rainy
The Roof leaks & Kid Stuff…
One can live magnificently in
this world
if
one knows how to work and how to love.
-
Leo Tolstoy
You do what you
must do. If you are a dog owner, you
also do what the dog must do. Rain began
just before the morning walk, rain falling at about an inch per hour.
Zoë and I splashed
along under my big red umbrella. She
seems to enjoy the inclement weather, if her stride and pace are
an indicator.
Siberian Huskies
look like they are smiling or laughing.
It is something about the way they hold their mouths. Today Miss Zoë trots along grinning and
occasionally stopping to shake off excess water. She is a northern breed so foul weather is
her element.
Walking without
the grandchildren allows us to stride along and it feels good. When the children and Mark are along, the
walk sometimes slows in pace and is more of a stroll. People heading out to work stand in their
doorways, sipping coffee, and watching as we splash through puddles and make
our way down the street.
The wet weather
means there is an extra step in our routine when we arrive home. I grab a towel and wrestle with Miss Z as I
try to dry her paws and rub some of the water out of her dense fur.
Despite my best
efforts, the girl escapes and trots down the hallway to the living room where
she gives a long, satisfying shake and plops down to lick her feet dry. There are puppy-paw-puddles on the hardwood
floors.
As I do damage
control, I pass the room where grandson
This has happened
a couple times and Mark has been up in the attic crawl space with a flashlight
to determine the extent of damage. There
is no obvious evidence of a leak, but leak it does. We will have to call a professional. Another large unexpected expense, in a year
when we are trying to bring our finances into line with Peace Corps
limitations.
Today I will catch
up on routine housework and read Brownie leader literature. (There are several books to wade
through.)
The news that we will
have several sets of house guests in November set off a furniture moving frenzy
for me last Friday. I had planned to
pare down our household inventory at the Oktoberfest Officer Spouse’s Club Flea
Market at Ft Gordon, GA this weekend, but now I am opting to keep some of the
furniture till we say goodbye to houseguests.
After Christmas we will become more proactive about paring down our
possessions and boxing up special pieces for storage.
The new
arrangement in the living room is not entirely satisfactory, but it seems much more cozy. Both the
cat and dog have established strongholds near the couch where the relaxation
action centers.
In the past we had a TV room, but now the
television dominates our living room in a large, unwieldy cabinet which I am
eager to dispose of in the future. In
the interim, it is a comfortable space to gather in.
Mark administered
After a little
yard work, Mark and
Randi enjoyed collecting a basket full of pine
cones which we may use for a project later.
I did some touch-up paining on our old stake-sided wagon which I plan to
use as a fall decoration on our porch. I
will probably put a few pots of mums in it and a pumpkin or two.
Late Sunday
afternoon we all relaxed and played Monopoly for a couple hours. Mark was the land baron after a slow
start. We finally forfeited the game to Grandaddy and took Miss Zoë for a nice long evening walk
before making a big bowl of popcorn and settling in for the night.
Here’s another
nice quote:
The love of one's country is a natural thing.
But why should love stop at the border?
-
Pablo Casals
Walking Miss Zoë…
Let us be grateful to people who make us happy;
they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.
-
Marcel Proust
The morning walk
was trying. Last night there were high
winds, tornado watches and flash floods throughout the area, part of the
turmoil spawned by Hurricane Ivan. Many
upstate communities have no power today.
The neighborhood is littered with downed trees. The sky is grey and the warm air is thick
with sticky, steamy humidity. All this
could make a walk less than satisfactory, but these factors are not what made
my walk so difficult.
A stray puppy
managed to sneak up on Miss Zoë and me and proceeded to follow us for the
duration of our walk. What a nuisance!
Initially I did
not notice the pup, but he trailed me for several blocks before I realized he
was there. He was an artful dodger and
skilled at staying behind me so when I turned to see why Zoë was being so
unruly, there was nothing to see.
I tried to
continue my walk, but Miss Zoë was insistent, jerking her leash and snapping
her jaw. She threw back her head and sat
down. I jumped back and stumbled over
the golden ball of fluffy puppy that tripped me up. Somewhat stunned, I stared down at the little
guy. Zoë began sniffing him, licking
him, pawing at him… The pup yipped in delight.
I looked the pup
in his sweet eyes and barked out a firm “No!
Go home!” I stamped my feet and
shook my big red umbrella at him. He sat
glued to his spot, staring at me.
Next I pulled Zoë
to her feet and attempted to continue our walk, but I met with opposition. Miss Zoë wanted to stay and investigate this
small creature. Leash, dog, pup and umbrella
angled around me and I almost fell down.
Gusts of wind blew my hair into my eyes and added one more annoyance to
an already frustrating situation. I
finally managed to drag an obstinate Zoë along, her front legs suspended above
the ground and the pup continued to dog us as I moved as quickly as possible
down the sidewalk. Pup kept up.
When we reached
the field near the elementary school I decided to try another tactic: we’ll
outrun the pup. I attempted to run. Now Miss Zoë is a Siberian Husky – a breed
that lives to run, so an opportunity to make tracks should be pretty appealing
to her. Not this time. Once again, Miss Zoë just sat down. I stumbled to a quick stop and the puppy
scrambled around my feet and again almost tripped me up.
Time to just head
for home. I dragged my uncooperative dog
along and the pup trailed behind. After
several blocks, we managed to get a little distance between us and the
insistent pup. We were forced to a
complete stop at a busy street and the pup caught up. He flopped down on the grass and gave a
little sigh, but as soon as we made a move to cross the street, he was right
behind me.
Stray dogs are not
uncommon around here and many houses have three or four dogs inside fenced
yards. It crossed my mind to simply drop the pup into one of the fenced
yards. If nothing else, at least I could
make my escape! (We have farm friends
who often come home to find an extra dog in their fenced yard). I can not, do not, will not have another
dog.
The Humane Society
of overrun with lovely puppies and older dogs who need homes. They cannot accept another animal.
Many dogs (and
cats) are killed by cars on the busy street in front of our house.
I imagined making
found pup flyers and wandering the neighborhood distributing them. The determined puppy followed us for almost a
mile when a car pulled over and a young mother and child got out. They started up the sidewalk to their front
door. In the back yard I could see a
curious dog running up and down the fence line.
“Oh, isn’t your
puppy cute! See the cute puppy?” said
the mother, squatting to help the little boy pet the pup.
I quickly engaged
the young woman in conversation. I explained my dilemma while the boy and his
mom rubbed the puppy’s belly. I nudged
Miss Zoë and took a few steps. A little
more conversation, a few more discreet steps away… When I was certain they were fully engaged
with the pup, I picked up my pace and Miss Zoë and I made our escape. We were about half a block before the woman
stood up and looked at us.
Feeling like a
criminal, I quickly turned my head and continued walking. My heart was pounding. The puppy did not follow. I did not look back.
OK, no more puppy,
but now I am exhausted physically and emotionally and I am left with
guilt. I can only hope the pup will join
the young woman’s dog in her back yard.
Football with
The Eagles have
won!
Grandson
The field in Ware
Shoals gave the feel of walking onto a movie set. The old stone field house, which once housed
the press box and the score board resembles what would
have graced a
Ware Shoals is a
town that time left behind. It is a
small community, somewhat isolated from the beaten path and not an easy commute
from other less economically-depressed cities.
There are many deserted houses scattered among some elegant mansions
from the heydays long ago. Kudzu creeps
up on properties, taking over the land, the trees and finally the buildings
themselves.
The football game
was good. Certainly better than their
last game.
Following the game
we drove back to
There is a game
Tuesday and Wednesday next week.
The ants go marching one by one…
Joy provides assurance; envy brings loneliness.
- Sir John Templeton
We had extra
“guests” for breakfast this morning. No
they are not refugees from Hurricane Ivan, no, they are ants. Hundreds and hundreds of tiny ants. This was no picnic, in more ways than
one.
Miranda and I were
still sleepy eyed, but focused on getting a good seat at the breakfast table
when we became aware that Mark was moving at high speed and emptying the
contest of several cupboards onto the countertop. A long line of tiny ants marched in a
single-file formation across the bottom of the cupboard and across the back
wall into the next cabinet.
They puzzled us
since they did not seem to be drawn to any of the more obvious treats one might
think ants would be drawn to. There was
no evidence of ants in the sugar containers or on the peanut butter jar. It was as though they were simply enroute to somewhere else.
With three cupboards emptied, Mark squirted a few shots of ant spray and
took out a few hundred of them and dispersed the remaining bunch into a
confused crowd rather than a disciplined squadron.
Later this morning
I will tackle the clean up operations.
Why they are there and where they are going remains a mystery.
Friday blended
into the weekend because usual the routine was broken. Mark and I started the day in Miranda’s
classroom along with many other grandparents.
We had the opportunity to share some stories about our trip to
Later on Friday
Mark and I drove to
Friday,
The weekend was
low key. Saturday we again went to yard
sales. We came home with a video of Watership Down.
Much of the yard
sale allure is simply seeing the community up close. We meet local people and
learn much about the area and about attitudes.
People at yard sales talk. I
collect phrases, personas and tales for later use (in my writing).
We ended the
morning at the town square in Hodges where they had their annual fire
department fundraising festival. A
carnival was set up and there were craft booths, etc. Hodges is a tiny town and an insular community. There is a feeling of stepping back in time
when you visit. Cameron snacked on a
funnel cake and Miranda chose to sip on lemonade while we strolled around
looking at the fair.
Mid-afternoon, my
friend Martha came to visit. She and I
sat at the kitchen table sipping coffee and visiting, just like our mothers
once did. Since Martha is also
originally from Le Mars, her visits seem a bit like having family visit.
Later Marty and I
slipped out and went to a couple antique shops.
Martha is excited about decorating Pat’s new farm so we had fun window
shopping. She did purchase a large
pottery ram. He is a primitive style and
will add a touch of whimsy to the kitchen.
She hopes to establish a Scottish feel about the place and they are
hoping to sustain that image with a Scottish name for the property.
Sunday we all got
up and shared some wonderful French toast.
Mark is a good cook and we are appreciative eaters. Following the meal we headed outdoors for an
extended walk with the lovely Miss Zoë.
Our first stop was the mill pond where we fed the ducks. Turtles joined the fowl this time. We continued our hike along the
rails-to-trails path and got a great workout.
The remainder of
the day slipped away while we did laundry and some weeding in the flower
bed.
In the evening
when everyone was bathed and the popcorn was made we watched our yard sale
movie. By
Tonight there is a
football game to attend. That is if it isn’t called on account of rain.
Now I must tackle
the ant relocation/removal project.
Rambles about birthday, rain, children…
I am mislead by appearances.
Through the window I see overcast skies and a promise of more rain. Autumn days like this can be great for
walking, but here, even with a temperature of 69 degrees, the humidity is
evident. You can not detect this through the window view.
I walk a hundred
yards outside the door and sweat pours off my scalp, down my back, soaking my
shirt. Zoë initially trots along, alert,
happy to be striding down the avenue, but soon her enthusiasm wilts and her
panting is nonstop.
I think about
Moriah and Chip in
Before bed last
night, I stood on our vine covered porch and watched the rain thundering down. The streets filled with water. Our sidewalk resembled a trout stream
bordered by beds of perennials. On the
radio there were recurrent warnings of tornadoes and flash floods throughout
the region.
On the positive
side: no football practice and maybe, with luck, no game tonight. I know,
I am in the living
room and through the window I hear the sound of cars on wet pavement. The grey light filtering through the windows
suggests a wintry day and I eye the fireplace longingly. With the air conditioner on (to dilute the
humidity) the room feels almost comfortable enough for a cheery fire. (On my birthday I gave in to that impulse and
enjoyed watching a few logs burn as I relaxed for a while with a good
novel.) I will be glad when cooler
weather arrives and I can have a fire…sometime in November perhaps.
The weekend plans
were scuttled by the weather closer to the coast (this month there have been
five hurricanes with all their associated warnings, watches, rain and
threats.).
Saturday we drove
to
We lunched at The
Olive Garden. Dining with children is
always a compromise.
Sunday we loaded
Miss Zoë in the back of the truck and headed toward the western part of the
Monday, our
wedding anniversary, we stayed home and puttered around the house. Mark cooked a fine meal and we shared some
Spanish Cava. The kids had sparkling
cider.
Yesterday I
organized our Peace Corps medical screening package so we can make copies and
post it later today. The only delay is
for reimbursement receipts. The busy
“season” for their staff seems to be June- September so, with the rush over,
perhaps the screening time will be shorter.
I am fairly
certain there will be a request for additional tests or follow-up. This is not because we are not thorough, but
because they are a bit cautious about assuming any health risks for their
employees. I just hope we can leave in
the spring. I am ready to move on with
our lives and I do not wish to put down anymore roots here in
Today I will
finish my Girl Scout leader package.
My birthday and changes of plans…
Joy does not
simply happen to us. We have to choose joy and keep choosing
it every day.
- Henri Nouwen
I donned my
birthday crown before I even turned on the light in my bedroom this
morning. I stumbled down the hall,
rubbing sleep from my eyes and was greeted in the kitchen with a pile of
packages and a plate of Eggs Benedict (somewhat modified to accommodate my diet
preferences). I sipped my coffee,
adjusted my crown a bit, and after some polite conversation began to unwrap the lovely gifts in front of me. Not a word about my lovely crown…
Last night Miranda
and
While I began opening
gifts Mark assured me there will be birthday cake later – He made a “from
scratch” carrot and pineapple cake with cream cheese frosting. I got a glimpse of it and have permission to
sneak a piece during the day!
Randi’s gift was a special treat: two bars of
wonderful, dark, truffle chocolate which I will savor when I indulge myself
with espresso later this weekend.
I hurried around
to get dressed so Miss Zoë and I could walk Randi to
school. As I was tying my beat-up
dog-walking shoes, Randi commented, “Gramma, I have a
crown like that, but mine is bent.” I
reached up and took my tiara off. This
community already thinks I am a bit of an eccentric old, dog-walking woman with
wild hair, but a crown would just be a bit too much for them. Real queens probably don’t wear their crowns
when they walk their grandchildren to school.
I wonder if they ever wear them at breakfast?
My day and my
new-year are off to a good start. I may
play hooky from my checklist today, but it is a long weekend coming up so I may
just tackle a few things so I won’t regret it when Tuesday rolls around.
The tentative plan
is to drive to
One more cup of
coffee and I will start my official day…I will be singing a happy little birthday
song to myself because life is good and I am grateful for the abundance of
warmth and joy that bless me.
Memories…
Research says that
scents are the most effective tool for triggering memories. I concur.
Zoë and I were
caught off guard this morning when a large truck pulled out of the mill parking
lot. As the truck driver shifted gears,
the truck belched out a cloud of fumes.
I inadvertently inhaled and almost immediately memories of our life in
In retrospect, it
is as though I was really back in
It appears our
weekend plans to visit
Throughout my
life, it often rains on or around my birthday, regardless of where I happen to
be on my special day. Most years I
almost relish the rain showers (I like rain, but I grow tired of days of grey)
as a sign of autumn on the horizon. Fall
is my favorite time of year.
Here in
I rate beautiful,
lingering autumns high on my requirements for a place to call home.
I hope on our
Christmas trip to
I am sure Noah and Moses were not too pleased
with their lot in life at the time. I
find much to be grateful for and I am abiding my time with good spirits, but I
hope to take proactive steps to carve out a retirement home that meets some of
my priorities.
I love to walk so
a community with a CS church, a library and maybe a coffee shop and a book
store to walk to are high on my list.
Parks are wonderful perks and an active arts community – bands, a
farmers market, interesting architecture… A dry climate with cool, crisp
winters and comfortable summer weather.
These are some of the criteria on my list.