The soreness in my legs tells me they are getting stronger. This weekend a friend and I took advantage of the clear skies by going on a long bike ride. She wanted to discuss the route. I didn't really have a definite destination in mind. Just ride, pedal, enjoy the fresh deep summer air and get tired. Being physically tired is a craving fueled by the extra energy it creates. It really makes no sense but it truly works. When the sun went down on the weekend, my pedal miles made me smile.
Maybe those miles lended themselves in an attempt to sooth the soul. Perhaps if the feet are busy, the heart forgets the day and the activity done by others. Maybe.
On Saturday night, in Scott Valley style, we loaded up the dogs, Grandma and Papa and headed to Dotty's for an ice cream. The intention, to take the Eastside Road and to see the big bucks we had been hearing so much about. Thankfully they did not disappoint us. There were big bucks, little bucks, doe and fawns. In the clear evening air, they were mostly lounging in the alfalfa or grazing on the green goodness.
Fast forward a week. That's where we are. The days seem to rush past with very little accomplished. Seriously I am thinking a lot about Christmas. Sounds odd perhaps but with both boys and our daughter-in-law and soon to be daughter-in-law coming home for the holidays, I know that with the way things go these days, I'd better be prepared. It will be our first Christmas all together without our much loved boy and as Florence says "you gotta have a plan". So as of today, my plan is to have a plan.
Labor Day Weekend. Tanner and Michelle were visiting. It was a great way to end the summer season. Tanner, a groomsman, looked quite dapper in his suit on a smokey August evening. The wedding couple, delightful with their smiles and "sticky eyes".
Sunday was declared BCD day! Michelle and Tanner were anxious to "Bake, Can, Dry". With a five gallon haul from Grandad, we returned home to Can. Dill pickles, hot peppers, dilly beans in a few different varieties of spice. The summer score was up! A lunch of hamburger, jalepenos and fresh moserella cheese sliders was hardily consumed between so many tasks. A sighting of our "Afganistan" boy on FaceTime was a highlight. The baking consisted of five loaves of zucchini bread and two scrumptious pizzas shared with Grandma and Papa. We didn't accomplish "Dry" except to dry a few dishes and my eyes once in a while.
As all the mornings of this three day weekend went, our day started slowly. Today was a day of less smoke and more sunshine. A day of less activity. A day of another farewell. The "kids" left after a lunch on the town. Hugs. I love you's and off they went. As I know I've said before, "it's fun to spend time with these fun folk".
Last spring a girl came up to my desk. She wanted to see the Principal. While waiting, she asked me "what's the holiday you can't wear white after". I'm sure she had no idea what the look on my face meant. Really. I was trying not to break out in a chortling laugh. "You mean Labor Day?" I asked her. That was exactly what she meant. So when I put on my newly purchased white pants for the Labor Day Wedding, I couldn't help but remember this conversation and think that these light colored trousers would need to be put away for the season. Then again, maybe not. I've never been a fashion keeper.
No comments:
Post a Comment