Saturday

Pop has spent the whole afternoon edging and trimming the lawn. I might have inadvertently prompted him. Since I had all the cats inside, on account of the high winds, I was set on mowing in the late afternoon myself. As it turns out, I am backing out. I thought the winds would be dying down. They haven't. And the temperature is getting colder. A serious cold front is blowing in. Temperature are expected to drop into the thirties. I brought out the faucet-shields.

And this is my first blurt of the day, and it is after four o'clock in the afternoon. I probably need to accept that I am losing that blurty feeling. It's been this way over the years. Sometimes I find myself in a mood where I feel a biting hunger to write something down at least every few hours, and I sort of just want to talk and talk, about anything, everything, constantly. Then there are times when I feel busy enough doing other things and it seems absolutely pointless to click open a page and start 'talking'.

Maybe there is no point in fighting it. I cannot stop summer from coming either. My spill journal is always here when I need it. Maybe that is enough. I don't mean to sound like I am saying goodbye. I actually still want to try to maintain a multi-blurt day, but ... I am not going to break a nervous sweat to make sure that happens. I'm not going to beat myself up for not feeling up to blurting something about my sleep or a change in the weather. It is not as though I have too few journal entries to play with.

Wintry

With strong winds and the expectation of sub-fourty-degree temperatures overnight, I am keeping the cats in. I am also going to break out Big Blue, my heavy winter blanket. I'll probably put on the heater when I go to bed as well. Maybe I am being overly cautious, but it has been a long time since we have had this kind of forecast. It does not get that much more wintry for us, even if we are not really feeling the bite of that cold yet this evening. It is chilly, and it does feel like something real is building. Also, Pop is especially sensitive to the cold. It is well to err on the side of caution here.

Jack and Jill

Jack and Jill are talking with Pop on the driveway. They needed to drop off Pop's car after having borrowed it. I cannot hear what they are saying very clearly, but the tone is obvious. It sounds so ... good, wholesome, right, familial. As part of that, it is plain that Jack and Jill, after all these years, about twenty years, are sharing a very good relationship, a life-long love. That is as good as it gets. You cannot really hope for more from life. Throw in the loving kids, and that must be perfection. It is a great accomplishment - high-school dropout or not.

Go ahead, tell me life is fair! I could use a good laugh.