Today: The Perfect, warm Autumn day. Except for the construction. They are putting in new pavement all over the place, particularly right outside my garage door. They are doing this in several different parking lots, maybe to take advantage of the good weather so they can get it all done at once. Trouble is it means we all have to
park in the street, or in my case today, I am parking right in front of my unit, which is an advantage, but if the people who normally park on the other side decide they want to do that, then nobody will be able to get out. But I am leaving my car there. The garbage guys come tomorrow, and I don't want to think about them hitting my car. Maybe they will any way. who knows. I took a walk with my camera which I shall soon give to Gloria and before the batteries ran out managed to take a close up of some remaining leaves of the burning bush
outside my dining room and some of the yellow leaves that are falling all around us. Al said that the lawn service came in, took one look, and said "We aren't going to deal with this" Big trucks everywhere, cement blocked off all over the place. They made a wise choice, and we get the thrill of kids walking through thick crunchy leaves. 
Tomorrow it is supposed to rain, so the Indian Summer is over, but I did get my tulips in and so far the squirrels have left them alone.
I was so worn out from the funeral, Wednesday, the dinner election night, and planting the tulips and getting pies, etc. etc. etc., that I decided to skip my arthritis exercise class, although it is quite enjoyable. Instead I went to a coffee and bagel shop and had lunch then went grocery shopping and window shopping at a Hallmark store. I guess I needed it.
Now I am cooking a whole chicken I bought. As I think about it, it cost more than buying a ready cooked one, but I think it is bigger, and it will be fresher. Its an Amish fryer, and I guess I was inspired by a health food nut I talked to in the Bagel shop. This was a black man whose daughter is studying holistic medicine in a college in Seattle.
We talked about this, and U of M and their lousy football season, and the Ann Arbor Art Fair and the Detroit riots, all of which we experienced in our lifetimes but from different sides of the then racial divide. I am surprised at my changed attitude toward my black neighbors as a result of seeing the tears of joy in Chicago and other places, even though I did not vote for Obama. I surprised my neighbor Gloria when I told her that I would have voted for Condoleeza Rice, had she run for office. I had, and still have my doubts about Obama. Hopefully he will prove me wrong and be a good leader, and the things about terrorists, and "sharing the wealth" will prove to be not a part of his leading.
Church leaders say to pray for the new administration whether we elected them or not. That I will do. Oprah's show yesterday was classic. She shared some of the same things we saw in Chicago on Tuesday night. Jesse Jackson crying real tears. I can only imagine what this must be like for these folk and I do have empathy with them.
This is not as well written as most of my posts, but I am tired. I think after taking the trash out and having a nice chicken dinner, I am going to retire early, perhaps with an aspirin for my headache. Wow! I just did spell check and the only thing it questioned was Condoleeza. And I am too tired to look it up.
Mary S.
outside my dining room and some of the yellow leaves that are falling all around us. Al said that the lawn service came in, took one look, and said "We aren't going to deal with this" Big trucks everywhere, cement blocked off all over the place. They made a wise choice, and we get the thrill of kids walking through thick crunchy leaves. 
Tomorrow it is supposed to rain, so the Indian Summer is over, but I did get my tulips in and so far the squirrels have left them alone.
I was so worn out from the funeral, Wednesday, the dinner election night, and planting the tulips and getting pies, etc. etc. etc., that I decided to skip my arthritis exercise class, although it is quite enjoyable. Instead I went to a coffee and bagel shop and had lunch then went grocery shopping and window shopping at a Hallmark store. I guess I needed it.
Now I am cooking a whole chicken I bought. As I think about it, it cost more than buying a ready cooked one, but I think it is bigger, and it will be fresher. Its an Amish fryer, and I guess I was inspired by a health food nut I talked to in the Bagel shop. This was a black man whose daughter is studying holistic medicine in a college in Seattle.
We talked about this, and U of M and their lousy football season, and the Ann Arbor Art Fair and the Detroit riots, all of which we experienced in our lifetimes but from different sides of the then racial divide. I am surprised at my changed attitude toward my black neighbors as a result of seeing the tears of joy in Chicago and other places, even though I did not vote for Obama. I surprised my neighbor Gloria when I told her that I would have voted for Condoleeza Rice, had she run for office. I had, and still have my doubts about Obama. Hopefully he will prove me wrong and be a good leader, and the things about terrorists, and "sharing the wealth" will prove to be not a part of his leading.
Church leaders say to pray for the new administration whether we elected them or not. That I will do. Oprah's show yesterday was classic. She shared some of the same things we saw in Chicago on Tuesday night. Jesse Jackson crying real tears. I can only imagine what this must be like for these folk and I do have empathy with them.
This is not as well written as most of my posts, but I am tired. I think after taking the trash out and having a nice chicken dinner, I am going to retire early, perhaps with an aspirin for my headache. Wow! I just did spell check and the only thing it questioned was Condoleeza. And I am too tired to look it up.
Mary S.
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