The View From My Porch
It’s foggy on my porch this morning with that sea mist that although delicate is able to make the grass too wet to mow. That will have to wait until the afternoon.
I’ve come here to my porch and haven by the sea early this year. The school year ended abruptly without the usual ritual of hugs from the students and organizing my desk. My mother, who lives six blocks away, is ill and in the hospital which is conveniently located across the street from her apartment. After 23 years cellulitis has struck again. That time my mother nearly died and spent a month in the hospital fighting the combination of strep and staph. They never did find the entry wound. They haven’t this time either, but at least it was caught early but not because of my mother’s vigilance—because of a sharp eyed fireman who answered the call when she toppled over Friday night. The fall did not hurt her but the Spirit was intervening to get her the help she would not seek for herself.
So the view from my porch is wet this morning. Down the street the neighbor has his big Ram truck for sale. Good luck on that. Unleaded here is $4.39. We won’t be running to Astoria willy nilly this summer. I haven’t been here long enough to tell if there are fewer tourists here this year. It’s early in the week. We’ll have to see what the view is like by the end of the week.
The lawn needs mowing, but will have to wait until/if the fog burns off. The predicted high for today is 57. Has anyone told Mother Nature that Summer begins Saturday?