Tonight is the last night of summer. You can see autumn coming today in the color of the lace hydrangea leaves.
Where did summer go?
I have a record of sorts; a list of the everyday routines.
I wake up when Freddy jumps out of bed. This happens between 5:00 and 5:30. Sometimes, but rarely 6:00 or 4:30. I give him a snack and then we wait for a glimmer of sunlight to appear in the eastern sky so we can safely go for a walk. This morning it was cold. Thirty one degrees. It was still dark and I carried a flashlight.
I had intentions to write every day but my will to write has withered and all I am left with are these lists. However, I do find solace in what G.K. Chesterton said: “The greatest poem is an inventory.”
Thus, I have written the greatest poem. An inventory of my everyday routines.
Here from a few days ago:
Up at 6:00
A walk with Freddy
Coffee with Susan
Bacon and Eggs for Breakfast
Food Shopping at Big Y
Susan working on shutters in garage
Susan picking up things in living room
Susan cleaning the bathroom
Ham Salad Sandwich for me, Salmon salad for Susan
Susan cutting my hair
Hummingbird at zinnias
Wine outside with Susan before dinner
Grilled Petite Sirloin and Broccoli Ramen Salad for Dinner
A walk with Freddy
Seeing a Pileated Woodpecker
Early to bed
These lists of my everyday life are, in fact, my gratitude journal, my 1000 gifts. I am grateful. I am very grateful. I have a smart and loving wife in Susan. Two smart and happy children. Two happy grandchildren. A beautiful home. My gifts, from photography to cooking to finding and sharing beauty.
Susan and I have seen our grandchildren once since early March when we celebrated my birthday. The quarantine has kept us all apart (and I have gained The Quarantine Fifteen. If not, 20!). But we did see them to drop off a present for Matthew’s birthday a few weeks ago, keeping somewhat socially distant and no hugging.
Susan and I have always spent a lot of time together and more so now than ever. We miss our volunteer work at a local elementary school and going out for dinner every so often. But I believe, if it is even possible, we grow even closer every day. God has certainly blessed us.
Now we are working together to paint our kitchen and re-wallpaper two walls.
(to be continued)
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