Sunday, September 26, 2010
Once again, I have awakened before four AM. The weather has cooled and so the windows are open, letting the night air in. I wake with a stuffed nose and try Granny's old trick of Vick's. I smell it and breathe better but not well enough to return to sleep. So here I am again, sharing the thoughts ricocheting in my brain in the morning hours.
After a house full of people yesterday that left one by one, I welcomed the quiet. Papa and the boys left for the demolition derby. As much as I love to see vehicles crash violently into one other, get turned over with cars smoking and people crawling out of said cars, running to safety, I declined the invitation and stayed home.
I welcomed the quiet and spent it reading a wonderful book by Greg Iles, one of my favorite new authors. The house smelled of Pinesol from the day's cleaning and there were no chores that called my name. I got lost in Pen Cage's adventure and left this world behind, if only for a little while.
Once again in the early predawn, the roosters begin to greet the day and I think of dumplings and fried chicken and dressing...they don't crow after they become these dishes.