…as there is definitely a front coming through. I have been fortunate enough to have had the pleasure of enjoying a ton of blooms on my deck that I called “Club Gerber” on Facebook. I look back at when I started putting flowers out in pots on the deck five years ago. I grew a ton of romaine, or should I say Gerber daisy leaves. It seemed that way after the plants lost their blooms. My friend Bela’s Dad was visiting and let me in on some secrets that have made all the difference.
Meanwhile, my trainer,Kasia, is in with me, after a walk a little while ago. I am happy to say I haven’t wrapped up my exercise/walking plans. Kas works me out, for which I am so grateful. We have taken many walks and had some gorgeous sights. To give credit where credit is due, her Dad took the gorgeous shot of the Kasia girl.
So with the first frost coming overnight, another season moves away from us here, and we’ll get our minds and bodies set for the late fall and winter. It’s always a good thing!
Kasia has been working me out with our walks. Tomorrow the weather is due to be unsettled, so we made sure we got long walks in, because tomorrow is Halloween. Unfortunately it’s due to be stormy for my local trick-or-treaters.
Tomorrow would have been the Halloween parade in school, but because of the weather forecast, the festivities in school are being held on Friday. I was on the hook, one way or another, as I’ll be substituting for second grade for the end of the week. It seems that teachers dress up, so I’ll be dressed as a scarecrow. I’m sure it’ll be an experience I’ll never forget.
School has been pretty good. I have been busy working and I love every moment of it. I am glad to have second grade this week. It is a great class, and with a good teacher, it’s easy to step in and run with the ball for a little while.
…in a galaxy 94 miles away from where I am now, Jim and I said our vows 17 years ago on the 31st of August.
We have gone through ups, downs and bumps, but we are still here. Perhaps the fact that we were late bloomers at 42 and 48, and maybe we assumed that maturity would see us through, but what ever it was, my vote being love, we are still standing at the seventeen year mark. I have often said that it has gotten to the point where I can’t remember life without Jim and Zush, and later Zush and Kasia joining us. I think it’s a good thing.
So happy anniversary to the former bagel baker. I love you and am looking forward to the golden years that we might actually participate in down the road.
Like the giant eye in this sunflower, I have taken the past week or so to take time and watch and listen.
Sometimes I feel as though I take everything in, but when I do, I really don’t THINK about it.
Things happen. My neighbor’s husband died, and I knew him for 10 years. He passed at 98. Ninety eight. Pretty good shelf life, I would say. I made it a point to really listen to his wife, who I consider a good friend, and hear her grief. I tried to comfort her as best as I can and check in on her daily. Another friend fell and broke her ankle and had to have surgery. Again, when I go to see her, I make it a point to really dial in and take in what exactly she is telling me. I am due to go to the dietician today. I know when I go there I will be right with her, trying to work on a healthier life style so my shelf life will be decent. That means a lot to me, as this Saturday it’ll be twenty one years since my Dad passed away. He wanted desperately to see seventy seven. Why? Because his Dad lived to seventy six. Now, I am not setting parameters on my shelf life, but it’s that time of year when Dad’s passing has me so aware of time.
A good friend of mine commented on a Facebook post I made, lamenting the short season for hydrangeas in the heat of summer. He quoted that old song about for everything, turn, turn, turn, there is a season…..and it is so true.
I was on the Cape May Ferry this past weekend and in the elevator, a young blond headed girl was there with her sister and her mom. I walked into the elevator and that little face looked up at me, pointed a finger and announced,” I know you; you’re my teacher.” Needless to say the exchange made me feel good, or as Jim would say, I wore a major idiotic grin on my face. Maybe it’s the anticipation of a new school year that added to my recognition of the passage of time. I know poor Kasia will get the short straw when I go back, but thanks to paying better attention to my weight, I will be able to spend more time and walks with her when I get home. I’d like to think that I honor Zush’s memory by giving Kasia all the love she needs and then some.
Most importantly, it’ll be our seventeenth wedding anniversary coming up. It’s to the point where I can’t really remember my life before Jim entered it.
Having been a native of a metropolitan area on the east coast, I have brought something with me no matter where I go…chronic sinusitis.
There is nothing like trying to keep on with “training”, that is, going out in the mornings with Kasia for our walking. The only thing that really sours the experience? The fact that you are out in heat and 79% humidity feeling like your sinuses are on fire.
I should have realized, in fact, I did, that I felt pretty damn good for two thirds of my summer. Nothing like thinking of something to bring it to the front of your brain. My late mother and my husband, both, would hang this current bout of sinusitis on going into air-conditioning and then out into heat and back again. I don’t know the science of it, but pretty much feel that my body has gotten run down, despite eating better, and just needs to get back up to speed again.
Now, if I can get the humidity down to 60%, I’d be a happy gal.
It’s a beautiful day here, if you discount the “gazillion” percent humidity. Allegedly we are due for thunderstorms this afternoon or tonight. In the meanwhile I am taking part of the long standing tradition of moving the sprinkler periodically across the lawn.
The heat is kicking our lawns’ butt, so I convinced Jim to put the sprinkler out, with assurances that I would stay on top of it and move it periodically. Hell, my job during summer vacation, other than walking with my trainer, Kasia, is watering flowers and vegetables. Lawns? No big leap for women-kind there.
You don’t mind it when you manage to snag an occasional sunset like the one above. It makes it all worthwhile.
Boy, how I wish that we had some clouds in the sky right now.
Like most of the eastern part of America, we are in the oven for a few days now. Yes, I know it’s July, but when the heat index reads 115, well, I’d like to talk to those who don’t believe in global warming.
You know it’s hot out when even the bay water looks like it could be stock for soup! Yet some folks who have their vacation now are ON the beach. How they can actually stand the heat is beyond me. There are more heat advisories than you can shake a stick at, but just seeing that hot sand?**shaking my head**
Kasia and I walk early in the morning on the shadiest street. Once we take care of business, she’ll turn and look at me as to say,” Air-conditioning…NOW!” I can’t say I blame her.
Here’s hoping for cooler weather and that you are staying cool too!