Monthly Archives: October 2013

They would kill for warmth…


It’s the reality of our lives (or at least mine) that not everything is earthshaking.

That will have to wait for next week.

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October 23, 2013

Ellen/Reid: It’s getting colder now. The forecast guys are cautioning us fair weather Southerners to bundle up – temps with highs only in the 50s. You guys would kill for warmth like that. The tomato plant overstayed its usefulness and was tossed over the hedge on Saturday and a seasonal planting of lettuce was planted in its place. The basil is holding out to the first frost, and the oregano is still going strong.

Iphones aren't so hot in the low light of evenings, but Emma still gets her point across about "Where are the doggies?"

iPhones aren’t so hot in the low light of evenings, but Emma still gets her point across about “Where are the doggies?”

Some pretty little pansies are now in the front porch flower boxes and if recent history is any indication, they’ll make it through the colder months in pretty good shape.

Bob Hall is scheduled to pick me up on Friday morning for the trip to the airport. He’s a good guy and always has a steady head on his shoulders. He’s one person you can have a civil talk with politics with without Continue reading

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A walk in the dark and a hoot owl…


Time does fly by; I was wondering this morning what year Ellen first went to college because that’s when she got her first weekly letter 13 or 14 years ago. If I was into pain, I could always look at the tuition receipts to verify the year.

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October 15, 2013

Ellen/Reid: The leaves around here have determined their growing season has been long enough; and en masse they’ve decided to fall of their own volition regardless of color. As I look out the back window, most are still some shade of green, meaning they have some ways to go before they would really have to give up the ghost. But they’re falling anyway. As least I don’t have to rake them up. It brings back memories of burning sycamore and oak leaves in a huge, smoldering pile in the driveway on Polk Blvd., Ellen, when you were just a peanut and it was still allowable to clog the air with smoke.

My green belt is beginning to shed the green veil of leaves that block from view all that is behind it. The leaves don't care about pronouncements about a change of season; they're dropping anyway.

My green belt is beginning to shed the green veil of leaves that block from view all that is behind it. The leaves don’t care about pronouncements about a change of season; they’re dropping anyway.

It means my Saturday and Sunday walks start in the dark at 6:30 a.m., and now I’ve taken to wearing a jacket as I walk my path. The coffee helps but it would be nice if it were lighter sooner. I had only gone a few hundred yards this past Saturday when I heard Continue reading

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Getting my jabs in…


Yes, I do get my jabs in against my new home state. But the digs are deserved. North Carolina is the new color of red but that doesn’t mean a lot of us have to like it.

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October 7, 2013

Ellen/Reid: They say we’re in line for a little moisture from the tropical storm that sort of petered out in the Gulf but is still pushing rain our way. We could use a little bit of precip, at least enough to keep me indoors so I don’t have to take another walk to pick up trash. But really, it would be okay with me if we got a good dousing. As they used to say in the Midwest, it would be “good for the beans.” Or maybe that was the corn. Either way, we’re not living in the Midwest anymore, Toto.

Had a pretty calm weekend as weekends go. We listened to some live music at a bike night on Friday and watched a drunken woman dance or, rather, grind. It passes for cheap entertainment down in these parts. That or we’re just easily amused. Saturday I golfed in gorgeous weather, and the same for Sunday. Ellen, you’ll castigate your dad, but the sinner in me bolted from the church service about halfway through and head to the golf course. I walked on and picked up a game. The course paired me with two lesbians, Sheryl and Tina, visiting the Carolinas from Chicago expressly for golf. It was just an absolute riot. They were fun to play with and pretty good sticks. They weren’t aware of the overtly anti-gay sentiment down here but that didn’t matter on the course. Sheryl runs three little businesses and was wondering about the relocation climate down here, and I told her to forget about it from the social issues standpoint. She said she kind of thought so, too.

My apologies to Mr. Trudeau for the unauthorized use, but this was too good to pass up.

My apologies to Mr. Trudeau for the unauthorized use, but this was too good to pass up.

Ellen, don’t sweat the half marathon too much. If you can run 3-4-5 miles several times a week from now through the end of October, you’ll jet through the race. That doesn’t mean you can go fast, but if the goal is to run it, you will breeze through the course and live to tell about it. Of course, Emma and I Continue reading

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No ice cream but who’s counting the days – hours or minutes?


Well, life can’t be exciting, pedal to the metal, hold-on-to-your-seat and thrill-a-minute all the time. Yeah, I might dream about that faster pace but there is, and will be, long stretches of the hum drum. Such is my life. Nothing even remotely earthshaking in last week’s note.

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October 1, 2013

Ellen/Reid: Well, when the shit hits the fan it does so in high volume and the fan is blowing full tilt right towards me. That’s how it feels these last couple of days. Work starts at 6:20 a.m. and I’ve been logging off/calling it a day/surrendering/throwing in the towel at about 6 p.m. with not much to show for it. Such is life. But I’ve got later this month in St. Paul and then Thanksgiving in Hilton Head to look forward to. It will be fun. Reid, I’ll get us a couple of chef’s hats, and maybe one for assistant head cook, Emma.

My new fav hat pretty much sums things up these days. If you want one, let me know. But you gotta be an old dog.

My new fav hat pretty much sums things up these days. If you want one, let me know. But you gotta be an old dog.

The bathroom scale has been a little more truthful these past few days so I’ve pulled back on plans to toss it frisbie style out the top floor window. Morning workouts at the seedy little gym I frequent are entering a third month and there are some results but not enough for real publication. It’s just not as easy to lose weight at this stage of the age game. I suspect it’s the exercise of pushing away from the table that might make the most difference. To my credit, there’s been no ice cream for the last 10 days (and six hours and 47 minutes) but who’s counting?

I really flubbed up on my blogging class at the local community college. I thought it began on Wednesday of last week, but I got a call Continue reading

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