Wednesday, November 23, 2022

Thanksgiving ala the alphabet

 

   

                Some time ago I wrote about being thankful for things beginning with each letter of the alphabet. Let me do the same thing for today’s world/ nation/ state/ county/ community/ home.

                A – America, of course, the first word that comes to mind. Americans must act out of a love for country and all who dwell therein and the world and its millions.

                B – Bees, for without them, experts say, our food supply will dwindle into nothing we’ve even thought about.

                C – Climate. We’re warned that before it’s too late, to stifle killer emissions and to ‘go green’. And I’ve just bought a new riding lawn mower, alas.

                D – Dictionaries, one of which I turn to a page per letter skimming until I find something I’m thankful for. I’m thankful to BBF Dot for giving me the one I use often.

                E – Environment: air, water, earth. May we be thankful enough to guard it wisely.

                F – Flowers, easy to grow, pleasing to the eye and to the environment, examples of dying only to live again in another time.

                G – Good Samaritans who see needs and attend to them with no thought of recompense.

                H – Hope—sometimes the only thing that seems to be left in certain situations of illness, death, destruction, obstruction or leaving your first-born at college as a freshman.

                I – Introspection, looking inward, naming emotions, wondering about things.

                J – Jocularity—joking; full of fun – A phrase often used by our last choir director, as in “Too much jocularity!” when we get off task.

                K – kinfolk or kinfolks—cherished (or not) family, relatives, especially during Thanksgiving.

                L – Linemen who keep our electricity flowing during hurricanes, floods and other bad weather.

                M – Michael Gerson, columnist, who died at age 58 of cancer and whose writings won over his readers.

                N – Nature, in all its meanings, especially the physical universe and its forces.

                O – Oxygen, especially bottled oxygen for those with breathing issues.

                P – Police officers. Oh, Lord, keep watch over them during these tumultuous times.

                Q – Quests: may we always be on one or another.

                R – Renewal—in all ways possible: personal, national, natural resources, recycling.

                S – Seasons of the year: spring, summer, fall, winter, each with its own story and glory.

                T – Traditions, such as Thanksgiving get-togethers.

                U – Unity—something to strive toward in matters of importance.

                V – Vision to see beyond our own narrow interests to those of the larger community, nation and world.

                W -- Writers, poets and philosophers who share their experiences with the rest of us.

                X – X-rays. They might discover problems that can be treated.

                Y – Yesterdays and the thoughts thereof that sometimes force us into something better.

                Z – Zinnias, those colorful annuals that defy death until the deadliest freeze.

 

Happy Thanksgiving. Giving thanks happily. Thanks for giving happily.

               

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Tuesday, November 1, 2022

Two new roofs! And a near-empty piggy bank


                               RESAWN SHAKES - Not my house, but the same color/texture shingles

Wednesday: Email from Pat to Dot: . . . BTW, the shingles for the new roof just arrived and the work will be done—done! tomorrow. And I’ll be thousands of dollars poorer. But won’t the house and shed look wonderful???

Wednesday: Second email from Pat to Dot: The crew begins work outside my bedroom windows at seven in the morning. I’ve set the alarm for six. I wonder if I’ll be able to nap tomorrow—somewhere, either the living room sofa or Billy’s room, or where? The boss came by tonight with the contract and left with my check for half the job. I’m anticipating extra charges for rotted wood in places on both the house and the shed. But, yes, no more leaks on my watch.

Thursday morning: Third email from Pat to Dot: Just now went out to take phone photos and found tarpaper and shingles in my front and side flower beds—hydrangeas beat down—one broke off. I got into the beds and then one of the crew came to assist. Also got into my front beds and he came behind me and found more stuff. The boss had told me they would put down tarps. But they didn’t cover the beds, alas. I promised son Eric I’d stay outta their way but when my plants are in trouble, out I go. Neither Gabby, the bilingual woman, nor the boss, is around. On the other side of the house, the iris, and yarrow (in the patio) were weighted down with the same debris. I got outta there right before the roofer threw down pieces of rotted wood. Guess I’ll stay inside now.


Thursday, 6 p.m. Email to son Eric: New roof is on both buildings . . . but they are the “resawn shakes.” S. said hardly anyone uses the white ones any more as they are susceptible to black lines (?) after minor wear. S. had to buy 5-6 sheets of “decking” (plywood) for the shed. It looked like the entire overhang was replaced.

                Their air compressor is still running, and the cords are still attached to the front porch outlet. They took down the shepherds’ hooks and only put one back. I had to tell the guy with the magnetic nail sweeper by gestures that I backed the car beside the tree and pulled out around, and would he magnetize the route. He did. I went to the curve of the old driveway to retrieve a piece of packaging and found a large sliver of rotted wood closer in. The wind was pretty blowsy at times.


                 I napped on the sofa with the ceiling fan on high speed. I did sleep, even with the pinging of the nailing going on. Pulled a throw from the cedar chest for cover. Even kept my shoes and socks on. Guess I was tired, huh?


Email to son Eric, Thursday 7:30 p.m.: I’ve either misplaced or lost the mattock and the shears that were on top of the trash bin earlier. The shears disappeared first, then the mattock. I called myself emptying the bin down to what I’d just put in from the wagon. Didn’t see it. Might check again tomorrow. But they’d knocked over the tricycle by the abelia and everything was on the ground.

                I’ve a bunch of complaints tomorrow when S. asks for extra $$. Don’t know if the workers finished or just quit for the day. S. will have to order some special siding for up under the north dormer. He & Jeff looked in the shed at the stored siding, but didn’t see any like they needed. Wonder if the crew will be back in the morning.

                They finished up and I paid two-grand-plus extra. Whew and sigh.


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