This morning I woke up early but probably just early for me, at 8:45. The sun was shining then but has since disappeared. The sky is grey, and it is getting darker. Thunder storms are predicted.
Yesterday I actually finished all my errands. Most times I leave one or two for another day, but for some strange reason, I was energized. Today will be Quiet but tomorrow I have two stops, Agway, to buy cat food and a couple of mums for the front steps and the dump, always a thrilling stop.
My usually quiet neighborhood is really noisy. The house across the street is getting a new septic tank. Huge trucks and dirt removal machines are coming and going. Henry barks or growls at every sound from the trucks. He is getting annoying.
When I was a kid, I would have been outside watching the trucks. Any change from routine was always interesting. I still remember a fire truck and an ambulance at one of the elderly apartments which were built a bit from my house where the field used to be. A bunch of us kids stood outside and watched when a woman was taken out on a stretcher. Once she was in the ambulance, we lost interest. The day was back to normal.
The day will not be Boring. I have books to read. I have some wild Maine blueberries, the small sweet ones, to use. I’m thinking a tart or a small pie. I have some washing, but I never do washing the day I bring it downstairs. It usually leans for a while on the cellar door. My mother would have said it is left leaning long enough to grow legs.