I had my hair trimmed today; it is getting grayer. I am wearing a large cardigan made of acrylic and wool; it used to be I could only wear wool when it was absolutely freezing. I can’t say that I’ve done much today, other than recover from the second and last raking of the season yesterday. Four tarps tugged to the curb; all rake, no leaf blower.
This morning we had a dusting of snow and farther east and north, they had lake-effect snow and the Toll Road and US 20 were slick and hazardous.
Now I’m sitting here thinking about my trip to Ohio tomorrow and what time I want to start . . . and if I’m ever going to get around to throwing a couple of changes of clothes into a knapsack.
And, in an unusual move for me, I turned on itunes. So far I have listened to Christmas songs, country songs, Welsh songs and right now This Little light of Mine is causing my knees to bounce.
I was wondering today if people pinch little girls’ cheeks. Years ago when I was in my 20’s at Wright-Patt, my friend and I got to remembering how men used to do it to us in the 50’s. Just pinch that spot where the dimple is and say, And how’s this sweetie today? We looked at each other and said in unison, You know, that hurt. A pat on the head would have been better, but reunions and holidays always had us nursing sore cheeks.
Perhaps that is why my grin is so wide – it just got stretched out.
Now I may just listen to the song about the old truck and Frank jumping in and biting my leg.