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..when you don’t even have to capitalize if you are having a great day off. This is day #2 of days off. The neighbors covered their tomatos and flowers, it was a cold night and I turned on the furnace, it was great to have warm radiators. It is to be 75 degrees today. Autumn is a beautiful time to ponder beginnings and ends. I love October. My first year going to school by Lake Michigan in Evanston, Illinois, I slept on the beach on October 1st, with a full moon and obviously God watching over me. I survived that adventure and it is a great memory. Also on Fridays getting done with school and getting on a bus to Gabe’s apartment in downtown Chicago. She was going to be an S-Ray technician and she lived half block from Michigan Avenue and an apartment that looked onto the lake 3 blocks away. Adventures of warm leaves and waiting for buses and a weekend where we could get outta town. I still smell those autumn smells or warm leaves and those Fridays return.

I am devoted this past week to listening to John O’Donohue, an Irish poet, who did a wonderful interview on NPR’s Speaking of Faith. He talks about landscapes being alive and organic and part of our organic life. He talks about our body being part of our Souls and all the Thresholds in nature that we can see as God. He also talks about unstructured time when we can be ourselves. I think that is why I have loved all the jobs I had long distances to drive to, riding on a bus, driving on vacations in October and listening to baseball playoffs or world series in where am I? motel rooms in small towns.

With my iPod loaded with John O’Donohue and landscapes and inner beautify playing, I drove home thru Deadwood, winding downhills roads amid Canyons and a creek. The truck in front of me had it’s bright headlights on, it was magical canyon and the first time I drove that way. The following day it was so windy I drove thru the canyons now like a green and yellow patched quilt thrown onto the hills with the colors to land where they may.That phrase isn’t me, but Hal Borland, who was the Nature Editorial writer for the New York Times. I read him on my radio shows each week, saying that those things are still here, but he wrote when people took the time to enjoy them. With phrase like above regarding the patched quilt landing on the hills, I would often repeat them announcing I just couldn’t let that pass without drawing attention to the words.

My computer is so slow. iMac is old, a few glitches I might think if last night an ebay invoice I sent out was in French! I sold a Steiff teddy bear I won on a Halloween cakewalk carnival, no cakes, just toys and thanks to him I can add $163 to my trip funds, with that French flair included.

My ebay name is onmyporch, I am trying to empty the home of 33 years of living, raising smart and kind and funny and loving children Brooke Melody and Russell. I grabbed every creative thing I could at Garage sales and their Christmas stocking was often a cigar box filled with art materials, new crayons, pencils, markers, etc.

Woke up slowly yesterday morning, late..and turned on Bourne adventure. It is always good to watch it. Minervas Restaurant has an Octoberfest menu, always more radio to listen to, BBC podcasts and last cd I had on was the latest Stevie Wonder release.

I went to Walgreens at 1:45am to get some chocolate, laundry soap, coffee Haagen Daz.

My dad is doing hospice starting this week and says not to visit because it would tire him out to have visitors. He is in Wisconsin now living with my brothers family. He loves to be outside and get exercise. He sits in his car and listens to the radio and opens or closes windows according to weather, looks out on beautiful rural countryside by Lake Geneva, and read the newspaper. He writes me more now,adding more love.

Sunday when I went to church and saw his name added to the prayer list, was the day I found out I was to be a Grandmother again. Louis got his first haircut, he was sleeping, and I woke him up slowly by playing peek-a-boo with the blankets. It isn’t about the future, it is about the day, being in the day. With sending my dogs to heaven September 2, it was been a rough month but each day was Holy if I took some unstructured time to close my eyes and breathe in and out and give thanks. That is what I see Obama do at times. He did it at his Inauguration before he came down the stairs from the Capitol Building. What a man, how lucky we are to have him as President!.