The new morning ritual, well it is just an addition to the morning ritual, taking a blood pressure measurement. Good numbers and still, thank the Lord, out of afib. Being out for a bit in the convertible yesterday and with all that fresh air, sleep came easily and almost unheard of, I slept till 8:00 am this morning. The Feral Fam were a bit terse with one another at breakfast and it is probably due to the fact that breakfast came a little later today, but at least it was not brunch.
Had a little football, baseball and The Andy Griffith Show as background noise last night while reading, The Boys, by Ron and Clint Howard. It is an interesting story of their parent's influence on them as they both became child actors. So far, that is where I am in the book. So, while The Andy Griffith Show is being discussed mostly by Ron Howard and some of the episodes that he remembers the most for various reasons, I happened to catch one he wrote about. This is a great book for those short times to read because you can put it down and not have to remember tons of facts once one resumes reading.
This week there have been the moments of musical nostalgia. Friends attended the James Taylor concert in Houston last weekend and wow, the memories that James Taylor, Carole King, Carly Simon, and John Denver invoke just flooded over me. I also listened last Sunday morning to the music of KHCB Sunday morning music of hymns and psalms and spiritual songs, thank you Alexa. Some of the songs played invoked those nostalgic thoughts of music from back in the day along with music of today. Taylor and King, their songs were the songs of my senior year of high school. Ralph Carmichael, writer of He's Everything to Me, passed away this week and the thoughts of church youth musicals...girls got to wear approved pants suits a first, those thoughts of his music and musicals, filled me with nostalgia. Do I want to ever relive those days, uh no. Maybe a hit and miss hour or so but to relive, no. It has been fun this week to remember the happenings that these songs evoke. Tapestry, I think, is my favorite album of all times. Not a bad song on it. Nostalgia can be a "present time" stealer though, if we let it. Journaling, by Adam Feldman devotes great words on the subject and when we spend too much time in the past, it robs us for the present and being forward looking to the future.
So I got out and about yesterday. The re-scheduled Madison Market was my first stop. I always enjoy that particular market. It is a good size, not overwhelming and some wonderful artists. There are a few I look for each time. I love the woodworker and his creations. He finds some beautiful pieces of wood from the surrounding area. Of course ya gots to love Nothing Bundt Cake, which is relatively new to the mountains. They have a shop in Asheville. I have given some of their mini Bundt cakes to friends and they are expecting pound cake. Nope, it is in the shape of a Bundt pan but it is a light, fluffy cake. Along with the favorites, I found a new artist that creates junk or vintage journals. They are quite beautiful and unique in their presentation. Of course, narrow lines are all I require.
Took the scenic drive to The Fresh Market and got some prepared meals for the coming days. I bought some grapes Saturday and they have been the best grapes of the season. I might need to go back and get another bunch. Came home and put up groceries, then texted a friend. Had a little something for her that I had found several weeks ago and thought she might enjoy. We had a wonderful visit and things almost felt normal and not so protocol and virus related.
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Last night as I took care of the last chores in the kitchen, I decided to go out in the garage and check on things. I am so glad I did, because I was greeted by Biggio. He has been gone for over a week and he normally does not stay out on a bender for that long. He ran to meet me, rubbing my legs and wanting some head rubbing. He had the loudest purr and slowly but carefully since he wasn't leaving my side, I walked toward the food and got that hungry boy fed. This morning he greeted me again and he probably spent most of the night in the garage. The Feral Fam that wasn't around last year are discovering the warm corner I have made for them. They will need it later this week as a couple of cool fronts come through the area.
This morning I was telling Roy that yesterday became a productive day. Got a lot of little things taken care of and feel like it is the homestretch in getting seasonal clothes switched out. I also started the first part of washing the daybed covers on the corner unit. I wish the long pillows that serve as a back of sort had removeable covers. Of course the section I started with yesterday had a bit of gray fur attached because Buddy loved lying on pillows in that window.
I am almost finished with the book, The Boys. I stopped last night right before Ron Howard is in American Graffiti. Interesting read. Not something that I would normally chose but watching Ron Howard as a child into teenager and soon adult and all the details that he took from those experiences and becoming a director is intriguing.
My numbers continue to be good and I am so thankful for that. Friends who are praying about this situation, please continue to do so. There have been a few tweaks to the days. I realized I had fallen into some habits that were not good health-wise. Fall is my most difficult time of the year because of the whole apple cider donut thing...stopped the too many apple cider donuts and not drinking enough water are some of the changes made. Years ago, I vented my displeasure and anger more so than today but I internalize it, which while quieter isn't the way to go. I have written before that this summer just held so much loss in too many areas. Not just cats. I finally feel like the brain fog of the summer has lifted, well not as much as I would like but it is a beginning. I also know that through this season of loss I need to walk into some new and walk out on some old. When it comes to my spiritual life I have bravely done just those things and gained truth and experience and knowledge from those journeys. Now as I settle in on life, Jeremiah 17 and Psalm 92 speak deeply into my soul. I'm excited for the future with Roy here and we are both counting down the days, but really it is months but closer to happening than a few years ago.
I made a delicious lunch and I might have to go back to the store to get a few more packages of ravioli, butternut squash in particular. Love autumnal foods. Found a creama tomato sauce that was just perfect. It reminded me of Colinas in Houston. Yum. So, I feel like I am knocking out more projects today but I had to take a little break because I lifted a couple of heavy items and I know better than to do that.
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