end of the summer: Nanci Olesen
At the end of the summer the light is a little hazy. I planted new mums in the pots that were up on our little deck. They were good replacements for the scraggly marigolds and the wan pansies that had been in there.Two small children, a puppy, and a woman arrived in our yard in the middle of my work day. The boy said to me: "Look. I brought my Harry Potter sword and I'm wearing my cape. In case there's any trouble." The girl said "Watch what I'm doing." She began to jump. "Look what I'm wearing. This is not my shirt. It's Kit's." The woman asked me, "Can your dog come out and play with our dog?" I said "Sometimes he runs away. He doesn't understand our commands yet." She said, "I'll watch them carefully." I let our dog out into the yard.
I went back to my work. I was smiling because of the guests in our yard. I worked at my computer, with half an ear to what they were doing.
My daughter came and stood by me. She was having a tired day. Earlier she had not felt well. Now she was just needing attention. I suggested that she read her new magazine and sit on the porch by me.
Our son came home from band practice. He has a new cell phone. I am trying not to worry about it or think that it could drop out of his pocket. I worked at my computer some more.
The guests in our yard left. The dog came inside and laid down on the porch. A woman walked by, pushing a baby in a stroller. The baby was sleeping.
The phone rang. It was a man telling me that the new garage door would be installed on Monday and they would call between 7 and 8 a.m.
A friend who repairs musical instruments came over to pick up our son's saxophone. I gave him my flute to fix up too.
Then it was time to be done with my work. I needed to get ready to go babysit my nephew. I needed to call my husband and tell him that I was leaving and that he'd have the kids tonight. Our middle daughter was at a sleepover.
Such is my life today. August. About to jump into September. Treading water in the middle of the end of the summer.
posted by Nanci Olesen @ 3:04 PM
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