Lordy mercy, land of goshen, shades of gray out on the ocean, don’t you dare take that boat out to sea.
Old friends, they shine like diamonds. Old Friends, you can always call. Old Friends, Lord, you can’t buy ’em –Guy Clark from his songs “Blowin’ Like a Bandit ” and “Old Friends.”
Nov 7, 9:30, 35 degrees, south winds 20 knots with higher gusts. ( 35 knots in the forecast). Rain and drizzle.
I got an ice cream headache walking into the wind, and the light rain hit my face like sand. The dogs love it when it blows this hard, they chase anything that tears loose from the wrack line . Leaves, seaweed, grass, feathers. I kept my head down, thinking that I should be in the woods where it is more protected, but there is something invigorating about marching into the wind. It makes you feel good to be alive on such a morning. Heart beating, legs moving. Cold then warming up.
I couldn’t see very well since my glasses were all wet, and the stinging rain kept my eyes on the ground, so I barely got off photos for you.
I am in a hurry this morning because my daughter and her family are sick and she asked me to deliver cough drops, soup, crackers and sourdough bread after the dogs are walked. She and the kids have fevers, a head cold and a cough. It sounds like Covid. She said it feels like it, but no one tests anymore. A lot of students are out of school.
Yesterday, Teresa joined me on the evening walk, which is now in the afternoon, since the light leaves before four. (With all the rain and gray, it felt like the sun, such as it was, never came all the way up.) Afterward, she said she’d stay for a glass of wine if I invited her in. I had some of her favorite Italian Pinot Grigio in the fridge and a fancy peppercorn cheese. We sat in the kitchen and talked while I fed the dogs and started a deer and barley soup. “My house is a disaster,” I said. It’s like a kennel with all these wet dogs.
“I think it looks pretty good,” she said. “The floor has held up well.” Her husband Larry put the slates down decades ago.
“It needs to be sealed again and new grout,” I said.
“All it needs is a good mopping,” she said.
Can I tell you how nice is to have old friends that make you laugh out loud?
