When I opened the blinds this morning, I gasped. Nature does that sometimes with the brilliant eastern sky. The wonder doesn’t last long, so it’s worth pausing to appreciate, and, as Mary Oliver told us in her poem, “Instructions for Life,” “Pay attention. Be Astonished. Tell about it.”
It’s the morning after Halloween, and we had one unhappy Yorkie in the house last evening. We were spoiled living in a 55+ community in Kamloops; trick-or-treaters didn’t come there. It’s different now that we live in a family-friendly neighbourhood. That said, next year we’ll be discussing whether it’s worth upsetting the dog (and, as a result, me) on October 31st.
Gerry’s off for a hike this morning, and planning to dabble with Model A stuff this afternoon, so I’ve got a free day, or, in Linda-speak, a writing day. Woo hoo! I’m looking forward to getting back to something I started yesterday during Rabbit Room’s Poetry Hour. There might be one true sentence1 in what I scribbled in my Moleskine worth expanding on. We’ll see. Either way, I’m sure to enjoy playing with words.
If I needed one more reason to celebrate living in Saskatchewan, here it is. Most of Canada will turn their clocks back to standard time tonight—but not us. It’s a small thing, but no longer messing with the time (and resulting sleep disturbances experienced by both dog and man) since we moved here is something to celebrate.
This week, I learned that it’s not a good idea to put coffee grounds down the garburator (that’s a garbage disposal for those reading this who are not in Canada). It was an expensive lesson.
Anyway . . . I’m off to put the Saturday laundry in the machine and make a second cup of coffee. Before I go, here’s a short World Series poem for your amusement.
Game Seven I’ve eaten too much junk watching post-season baseball. He wouldn’t let me buy spits (okay, not suitable for the living room, I get it—but this is baseball), and this processed junk has made me sluggish. One more game tonight will decide it. And we’re out of snacks. Maybe a carrot from the garden, washed and cut into little bats, with a pitcher of ice water will help bring it home for the Jays. Linda Hoye
“All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.” – Ernest Hemingway