It was cloudy when I first woke up, but now the sun is shining, a hazy sun. The breeze is slight, only the tops of trees seem to be moving. It is cold, a wintry blast of cold, a portent of the snow predicted for tomorrow night though here on the cape we will escape most of it. I’m okay with that. On Wednesday we’ll be back to the 40’s during the day, the 20’s at night, a typical cape weather pattern this time of year.
Henry is a barker. That’s all he did for a while this morning. He barked at the noise of a car door shutting at my neighbor’s house across the street. My neighbor had company. He barked when the Car Left and barked again when it returned. He howled when two doors slammed. He drove me crazy. My father always said to praise a dog for barking as the dog is protecting his territory, but by the time Henry got to baying, I was irritated. I yelled. He didn’t stop until the car left, after more barking when the door shut.
The cold never manifested. I still have a scratchy throat, but I have no idea why.
When I was a kid, I didn’t miss school very often. I didn’t have too many common ailments, colds or coughs, but I did have Childhood Diseases like measles, chickenpox and mumps. They used to travel like wildfire from kid to kid in my school, and then to my siblings at home. My Mother was just fine with us spreading those childhood diseases. She preferred we all get them at the same time so she didn’t have to deal with one kid then another getting them. I remember wearing gloves and taking baking soda baths when I had chickenpox. They kept me from scratching the chicken pox because if I did, I’d cause scars, something my mother said over and over. I don’t have a single scar from my bout with chickenpox thanks to my mother and her constant nagging. That is, after all, what mothers do, all for the best.