Peaceful Monday Morning

The clock said 5 a.m. when that sweet little foot padded me on the head.  A glaring reminder of the 42 years of hitting the deck early, day after day, year after year.  In my younger years, I'd run 3 miles before getting dressed for the office.  Now, a 3-mile run would put me in the coffin.  Gosh, how life changes.

Our 74-mile afternoon drive yesterday took us to closed gravel roads, ruts washed through fields, flooded rivers and campgrounds.  Saturday night's heavy rains added to the damage from the heavy rains last week.  This morning I checked the Weather Channel, and the forecast indicates rain for the next three days.  Two individuals have suggested hubby start building an ark.

Our upstairs does not sufficiently cool down when it's hot.  The central air doesn't cool the bedrooms like it does downstairs.  Last year we were going to install ceiling fans up there in both rooms, but that didn't happen.  Small fans was as far as we've ever gotten with that.The only reason Putzy and I are up this early is because of her panting.  She knows it's cooler here downstairs.  I'm okay with that, the coffee tastes better the earlier I drink it.

After our drive, we had a picnic on the patio.  Our dear friend sent potato salad home with us, so we savored that along with a grilled pork burger.  Before that, we had happy hour out there, and devoured a bag of Terra Mediterranean Chips.  They're a mix of root vegetables, including sweet potato, parsnip, batata (a Cuban sweet potato), taro from Hawaii, and South American yuca.  Beet juice gives some of the chips a lusciously delicious deep red color.  I like colorful snacks, even the little cheesy fish crackers.  I always get the colored ones.

Don't know what I'll do today.  There's a mental list of projects swimming around in my head, but I can't seem to catch em.  It's easier to think about a project than to actually undertake one.  Then when I do, step back cuz there's no stopping me.  Once in awhile I tackle a drawer or cupboard or storage box in the basement.  It's like Christmas finding things forgotten.  My sentimentality has shrunk to the size of a thimble, so it's very easy for me to part with my treasures.  That's another big change that happens in life.  I couldn't understand why it was so easy for my Mom to part with her things, but now I do.  If we wait long enough, life answers all our questions.

Putzy and hubby are both sound asleep, and I like that.  My little family is safe and sound.  My cup needs a refill and the Sunday crosswords need to be solved.  My day unfolds like a napkin.  Ta-ta.