Not a day for outdoor work/walk/play. Cold, wet. You know the kind? Where it feels colder than the freezing temps of a deep winter, because it's just so bone-chilling, as only damp days can be? Exactly. It's what's out there today. Foggy too. At least I dont have to go anywhere...
But what's this? A flower? This late in the season? You gotta love that...
I have breakfast with my friend Bee. Well, she's in Warsaw, so way past the breakfast hour for her. But we Zoom while I crunch on my granola.
Technology at its finest. Everyday life made better by our ability to connect. Write a few words -- click, send. Turn on your screen, invite for a Zoom chat and you're almost in the next room. I'm old enough to remember high phone bills for any call made outside your immediate neighborhood! I do not take it for granted. It's fabulous to have this ability to keep your far away friends close to your heart.
And then it rained.
And rained.
And rained.
Isn't this a fine day for holiday shopping? Of the type where you do not have to leave your house?
I pick up the one girl who does not mind rain. I honestly think it's because she is driven to and picked up from school. No one ever tells her -- would you run over to the store and get me a carton of milk? She has not yet had a summer job and when she does, I doubt that it will require working in the rain. Kids these days!! And yet... Maybe she just likes being wet?
(She talks me into Culver's drive up. The flavor is chocolate Reeses! My favorite! True, Reeses Peanut Butter cups are your favorite candy bar.... Gaga, it's not a candy bar. It's not a rectangle. So Milkey Way is a candy bar but Reeses aren't? Milkey Ways aren't either. They have stuff inside. Never argue with an almost ten year old. They don't give up. Ever.)
It's Monday and so it's ballet for her and grocery shopping for me. All in the relentless November rain.
Until it rains no more. I pull up in our driveway. It's dark of course. I carry in the bags full of foods and I think -- does everyone love unpacking foods and filling the fridge, or is it just me? I'm feeling grateful. For the foods. For the dry night. For Zoom. For Ed patiently waiting inside.
with love...
