Listened to the show Saturday and it was not bad. The show was broadcast from Anoka, Mr. Keillor’s hometown, and it was all quite lovely, with the school band and former teachers, and students who have made something remarkable of their lives. Got me thinkin’ about where I grew up, a small town in Wisconsin, where there was a feed mill and a corner store, a park and a cemetery and three churches — one Catholic and two Lutheran. A funeral home and a small café, a bank and post office and grocery store and the three schools I attended while growing up. There was a train running through, and a creek, too, and everyone knew everyone in my small town.
Listened to the show Saturday and it was not bad. Another one of those perfect autumn days, and my gosh, I can’t get enough of that wind. It can keep on blowin’, if you ask me. Swirling the fallen leaves and shimmering those still on the trees. Best weather for being outside and taking a walk or a road trip, which I did on Friday, a good three hours to pick up our daughter for her fall break. Our older daughter rode along, to see the school but more so to spend some time with her sister. Wasn’t long before, on the drive back, a small argument sprung up. Went something like this: “Put your shoes back on.” “No. I’m airing my feet out.” “They stink. Put your shoes on.” “No.” “If you don’t put your shoes on I’m going to puke.” Silence. Sigh. “Okay. Whatever. But I’m opening a window.”
Listened to the show Saturday and it was not bad. It had been a good week of work outside, all those fall chores I rather like. Feels good to work hard, and Mr. S took off for San Antonio to do a talk called “The Four Doors to Happiness” while I’m here considering an afternoon at the grocery store this weekend and perhaps borrowing the neighbor’s shotgun to blow out the smoke alarms which went off at 3 a.m. this morning, all 11 of them, for no reason whatsoever. They just did, and there I was – stunned into consciousness – standing on bar stools wearing one of Mr. S’s flannel shirts, scrambling to get the battery out of each and every blessed alarm, and I did, and there was silence awhile, and sometime around 4:13 there was a series of loud PEEPS but that was all and now that’s on the list, another thing to figure out, and it will get done, because everything does, in time.
Listened to the show Saturday and it was not bad. All the windows had been flung open, one by one, throughout the day, and I was making some pumpkin bars because I’ve had a hankering lately, and because there was a can of pumpkin, and mostly because it feels good to whip something up while I’m listening to good music.