Wednesday Witterings . . .

 

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It will just be a quick post this morning as I am off out early to get my father's breakfast for him. My sister has gone to the city for a CT scan of her heart and so will be gone most of the day. We don't want dad being tempted to go out anywhere. He can't be trusted not to try to drive himself somewhere, and he really isn't capable anymore. He collapsed coming out of Tim Hortons the other day and my sister had to get someone to help her get him back up.  His car was parked just outside the door, and she was with him, helping him. So, we really don't want him going anywhere by himself.  She was meant to take his car keys so that he couldn't leave but she texted me to say that she had forgotten. 

He is very stubborn, and I think in a bit of denial as to what he can reasonably do himself without help. Anyways, I am popping over to get his breakfast for him and then later on to get his lunch in an effort to keep him from traipsing off to Tim Hortons later.

The cleaners did an excellent job yesterday. My shower is sparkling as is everything else. I wish that I could do these things myself but realistically speaking I can't get down on my knees to do anything any longer, so I have to do what I have to do. Eileen said I could pay her to clean for me, but I told her that it never works for you to pay family to do things because if they do a bad job and you have to tell them that they did a bad job they could get their feelings hurt. I might ask her though if she would vacuum and dust for me once a week if I pay her. She doesn't have a job, and I know she wants to work. I will think about it. I want to help her, but I also want to do the right thing.

 

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Something told the wild geese

It was time to go

Though the fields lay golden

Something whispered -- 'snow'

Leaves were green and stirring

Berries, luster-glossed

But beneath warm feathers

Something cautioned -- 'frost'

All the sagging orchards

Steamed with amber spice

But each wild breast stiffened

At remembered ice

Something told the wild geese

It was time to fly --

Summer sun was on their wings

Winter in their cry.

~Rachel Field, Something Told the Wild Geese

I heard some wild geese fly over when I first sat down this morning.  The temperature is 18*C/64.4*Fso it is not really cold, but it is going to get cooler over the next few days. Heavy rain is expected later today, which will be a real blessing.  The fires in Kings Co are still burning out of control although the Long Lake one is being held and not considered out of control any longer. We do need the rain badly.

I love the sound of the wild geese. It is one of the sounds of autumn. I love hearing it and yet, at the same time it has a sort of sad sound to it, almost like the call of the whippoorwill. I always find their call to sound hauntingly lonely as it echoes through the air.

I have not seen the chipmunk in days now so whilst the air might tease us into thinking summer really hasn't gone, nature tells us to be getting ready for Winter is at our doorstep.

We have already had a few frosts.

And with that I will leave you with a thought for the day.

A thought to carry with you  . . . 

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*A party without cake

is just a meeting.

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In The English Kitchen today, Rosé Sausage Ragu With Pasta . . .  a simple pasta sauce, deliciously served with spaghetti. Rich and tasty, quick and easy.  Eileen loved this.  So did I.

I hope you have a beautiful day!  Whatever you get up to, I hope it brings you lots of joy.  Don't forget!

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And I do too!