"Today I shall live in the moment, unless the moment becomes unpleasant and then I will take a nap." (A recent post on Facebook.)
It doesn't happen often, but yesterday I got hit with a tsunami of melancholy that fall sometimes brings. Beautiful though it is with changing colors and smell of woodsmoke and holidays approaching, fall is not my favorite time of year. Sadness washed over me and leaked out of me. Sleep is my panacea for whatever ails me, so I took a nap. The second-best cure-all is activity, so I took care of some more items on the To-Do list. Ta da! All better. It also helped to get a call from my friend and later to find out that Clay is coming up today.
Washing bedding is on the list for today. Bess caught me again with one of her nails during the night and the bed looks like a scene from Chainsaw Massacre. After all the years of exposure, my skin should be as tough as rawhide; it's not.
Celeste, unlike her rowdy brother, is such a polite cat. She escorts me to the kitchen for a treat when she feels the need. Instead of immediately diving into the little pile of goodies proffered, she always rubs up against my hand in a thank-you gesture before eating. Ralph, not so much.
A pretty good breeze sprang up in the afternoon. Taking a break, Bessie and I sat on the front porch and watched the vultures zip past with a tailwind, circle, and land with amazing precision on posts and wires with never a miss nor bobble. Deer have stripped the lower leaves from the lilacs in a straight line as high as they can reach. I wish they liked the hedge under the bedroom windows as well; it could use a bit of pruning. Ginger joined us, looking for bugs under as-yet unraked leaves nearby, a companionable little creature.
Scarlett O'Hara said, "Tomorrow is another day." Well, yesterday's tomorrow is today! It's going to be a good day.