The Sound of Squirrel Feet on the Roof

Sitting here this smokey-sky morning, listening to:

The sound of squirrels running across the roof having jumped onto it from a pine tree on the north side, racing across to the gazebo canopy on the south side, then to a nearby pine tree. Shorter than walking around, I guess.

The sound of cross Scrub and Stellar Jays, telling the world exactly what they think about it – apparently what they think is not happy news.

Traffic sounds from the highway across the wooded acres – eclipse seekers heading north to join the crowds looking for the very best place to view the eclipse. I think they’re late – I understand the very best spots were taken some days ago, or reserved many weeks ago.

The gentle tweets of smaller birds, probably thinking about packing up and heading out for the winter – although the forecast says our weather is going to continue warmer than normal for the last weeks of August.

Listening, and considering what I might do with myself today. Perhaps cook a hot dinner for a change – it’s been hit or miss for a few days. A luxury that can be had by those living alone. It seems the only way for me to get a meal that involves any preparation is to to the preparation early in the day – which makes slow cooker meals a good answer. Today, however, I’m going to put together a “pie” of an Italian influenced mixture, a recipe I found on Facebook. I will put together the pie itself, leaving the biscuit crust to be done right before it goes into the oven this afternoon/evening – whenever I get hungry.

There are many other household chores, housekeeping related items, that could/should be done, but will only get done if the mood strikes me. Another of those luxuries than can be had by those living alone. My furry girls are not critics. Well, except of having their routines followed – meals and certain treats at a certain time of day. Deviations not permitted.

I have decided I’m ready for fall. Not winter – no, no, not winter – but fall. Fall could come and hang around for several weeks, perhaps departing in time for a Christmas snowfall, with spring then arriving shortly thereafter. Those of you who have spent time with me have heard that before. And will probably hear it again. Fall, for me, is a time for kicking back, relaxing, enjoying that slightly crisp feel and scent to the air – like I spend much time doing anything but kicking back and relaxing. Then spring – rebirth, renewal. Refreshing.

My Kat is talking about going to Paris for her October break – I envy the ability of my children to travel and see the world. Envy, but do not resent. Life should be enjoyed while you’re young enough to truly enjoy it.

Wishing you a day, a week, a month, a life filled with enough. And sharing with you three photos from my visit to New Mexico in May.

About Carol

I'm me - nothing unusual, just me. Widowed, 2 grown children who are my best friends, 1 dog, retired, loving being retired. I am woman, I am strong.
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6 Responses to The Sound of Squirrel Feet on the Roof

  1. dawnkinster says:

    Sounds like a peaceful day. I”m like you. Katie and I camped out last night, got up late, then lounged around napping. So now I’m cooking up some potatoes for later and contemplating all the dusty and dirty surfaces in my house. I should get to work on that. Probably won’t.

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  2. loisajay says:

    We have a few people who packed up and travelled where the watching is good to see the eclipse. We get to see it around 12:30pm tomorrow so are having a pizza lunch. “When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie…” Yes, I work in a very creative place.

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  3. As for pets and “Deviations not permitted”… we took a short day trip yesterday and arrived home an hour passed dinner-time. The cats graciously forgave us this oversight. However, Black Cat began to complain after he finished his dish. I couldn’t understand it, until I realized we had missed both the mid-morning and afternoon treats.

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  4. Like you I appreciate having the choice to cook or not cook as I fee. I use my slow cooker too. It doesn’t bore me to eat the same meal two days in a row so I get four dinners from the one cooking session, eat one the same day and one the next day sometimes and freeze the remainder in single serve packs. When I have been out all day or involved in something more interesting than cooking meals I always have something in the freezer for dinner.
    All pets seem to like their routine. Polly expects to get her dinner at a certain time every day and Cindy expects to get a dog treat at around that time although she is not naggy about it. Cats are way worse about mealtimes, dinner must be served at the same time every day or there will be trouble!

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  5. Ally Bean says:

    I like slow cooker meals, so I find that the older I get the more inclined I am to make them. My husband works long, somewhat irregular hours, and just making some food, whenever I want to throw it together, works for both of us. As for housecleaning, I feel that one must not get too caught up in it– for fear of it taking over your life. You know it will if you let it! 😉

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