A Different Kind of Day
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Interesting
how we carve time to suit particular purposes. I won’t look it up, but thinking
about it, I’d not be surprised that our universal way of dividing our days
started with the Industrial Revolution, as a way of getting the workers to be
where and when the bosses wanted them to be. That is as political as I am
willing to be this morning.
My day began
yesterday, actually. It rained yesterday, so that jiggered up walk times with
Lola, but we managed to wriggle them into slots that worked for us. I don’t
walk in the rain and Lola is definitely not a water dog. She is a huddle in the
warm dog house dog.
Then there
was a very large and very loud wedding at El Eden, just a couple kilometers
down from my house. Weddings around here are not quiet and seemly affairs. This
one was huge. It began early with music blaring from a wall of speakers,
punctuated by fireworks, day and night. Music is live, with bands lined up to
cater to every taste, beginning with the brand of music we older folks tend to
like and remember, and I’m grumphing here, it is downhill from there.
I’ve always
wanted to walk over, just show up, if asked, I’m a friend of the bride or the
groom, whichever. For the food. Oh, the mountains of food. Fill a plate, sit in
a corner and watch the people. This would be, of course, early in the event.
Food, of course, is accompanied with quantities of liquids.
Back when I
used to go with Kathy to her resort, we watched a lot of weddings. Thus, I know
by the noise level, pretty much what is going on down the way. Eventually the
elders retire and the youngers take to the floor. We would say, Rock and Roll.
Until five
in the morning, I kid you not. So that was my night. Fortunately, even with
interruptions, I am an easy sleeper. So I woke at pretty much my usual time,
according to the light. Sort of. I don’t use a clock for wake up. Sunlight,
even muted, does that job.
Something
seemed off, the day didn’t sound right, but after ablutions, I got dressed,
ready to go walk my dog. Looked out the window and all plans came to a stop.
It could
have been raining all night from the looks of it. And it looks like it could
rain all day. Sorry, Lola.
This is our
third rain in a week. The first one blessed us with more rain than we had in
the entire (nearly non-existent) rainy season. Farmers are well into corn
harvest. Cane harvest just began. Oops. Not good timing.
My tomatoes
are beautiful and in full blossom, so not sure what this will mean for them.
Everything else must be soaking up the moisture with gratitude.
I feel
discombobulated. My whole routine out the door just turned in the door. I had
to turn my light on above my desk. I never turn on a light in the morning.
Natural light is plenty. I have to laugh at myself. I look out the window.
Raining. The forecast for the day hasn’t changed in the last hour and a half. The
forecast still says rain all day, all night.
Sondra
Ashton
HDN: Looking
out my back door
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