August 30, 2023
The summer progresses, as summers often
do. I find myself wondering why on earth I was so eager for this one to get here.
Seriously, it’s been making a complete mess of things, don’t you think?
Remember those really cold days just a few months ago, this past winter? How we
all put our hopes and trust on spring and summer giving us the blessed relief
we craved. We had not fully formed images in our minds of sweet, warm days,
idyllic scenes with slight breezes and distant but delightful birdsong. Maybe
you imagined a bower, private and welcoming. Perhaps there was a hammock in
this image, or a lounge chair with a pillow to cradle our world-weary head.
And then those two seasons, once more
posing as inseparable twins so one could not tell where the first ended and the
second began, arrived. There was heat and rain, rain and heat. The air was
thick with humidity, and it felt as if we were once more living within a trap.
This one, of course, was a hot trap instead of an icy cold trap, but a trap none
the less. For far too many this idyllic summer has instead been an almost
insufferable inferno.
I am coming to the conclusion that we
humans are endlessly fickle and eternally impossible to please. We are
seriously flawed—because we do tend to equate contentment with circumstance,
and that, I believe, is always a mistake.
Later today I am finally off to purchase
my new glasses. It’ll be a week until they’re ready, but that’s ok. Once more I
am going to be frugal. There is a place in the next town that offers “three-for-one”
and that’s my favorite choice. That way I get my bifocals for driving, and
such. I can get a pair of glasses calibrated for my computer; and I can get a
pair of prescription sunglasses. This time I have a discount card, and I certainly
won’t be choosing the most expensive frames.
This is something I should have done at
the end of July, but it simply got away from me. I forget the darnedest things,
lately. One wouldn’t think I would forget to go get my glasses, especially
since, as I suspected had happened, my prescription has changed.
I’m still struggling with my cold. A friend
helped me feel much better about this situation. She says that her rule of
thumb for colds was that a cold takes a week coming, a week being, and a week
going. By her measure I am in the last week of my cold. I’m looking forward to
having more energy, and of course, being able to focus.
There was a tomato growing in our garden
that was a really good size. The perfect tomato for putting on your hamburger,
as one slice would completely cover the bun (and did). My daughter claimed it
as her own, and we were fine with that. Last night, she grilled hamburgers for us
and her two grandchildren. The kids, being kids, have not yet discovered the
beauty of tomatoes. Daughter, of course, was gracious in allowing her father
and I a slice, each. It was very good.
Tonight, she plans to have the second half
of that tomato between slices of toast. We have promised to leave her chosen
tomato for her, as there really are plenty more where that one came from. She also
shared a picture of it with me. If you’re interested, you can see that on my
Face Book wall.
Love,
Morgan
http://www.bookstrand.com/morgan-ashbury
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