It's a quiet Thursday here on Honeysuckle Hill. I love days like this... I was able to sit out on the front porch with my coffee first thing this morning, and be serenaded by the buzzing of the hummingbirds, the calls and whistles of all the wild birds both in the trees around me and at the feeder. I love living out here. It's certainly not a mansion, but I get to have space to breathe and be in wonderment a lot of the time at the beauty of the natural world. And other times it's inconvenient living so far away from towns and people and stores. (But not often enough to make me move.) lol And that's just life, isn't it ? You do the best you can (or want to) with what you've got and you take the good with the bad and the happy with the sad and in the end it all sorts itself out, one way or another.
I'm listening to cassette tapes the past few days. Yep, you heard it-- cassette tapes. Those buggers are practically indestructible and last a lifetime. The problem is finding some way to still play them, when even cd's are becoming obsolete. Like me. I feel like I am obsolete a lot of the time. It used to bother me. Now that I'm sliding into my 7th decade of life, I don't care so much. Still obsolete, but don't care. lol But listening to all this old music has made me a little melancholy, or thoughtful, or something... Pulling up old memories out of the nethers of my mind. Yesterday I listened to John Denver. That really tugged at some heartstrings. The day before I listened to Paul Simon's Graceland. Today it's Peter, Paul and Mary. We disconnected from Direct TV this month and I used to always play the music channels, so I had to find a new option and remembered that I had an old stereo in a pretty little cabinet, so I dug it out and set it up. So far can't get the turntable to spin at the correct speeds and the cd player won't open. But the tape player and the radio work okay. It'll do for now. (Don't tell, but I also do have vinyl phonograph records. LOL)
Life seems to be whizzing by. School has started again, so twice a day the school bus rumbles down our country road. Autumn is on it's way and the summer is winding down. I'm getting some free produce from some kind people who are sharing their bounty either because they're really sick of the vegetables and all that goes with that OR they're sweethearts. lol Probably a little bit of both. At any rate, I'm grateful as the tomatoes and cucumbers are just enough for me to eat. And we all know, there is NOTHING like home grown tomatoes. And I adore those little pickling cukes, just wash and eat. YUM.
I broke my ankle about 3 days after my last post on here. Took a dive in the bathroom in the middle of the night, fell over the little trash can. Trimalleolar fracture. Least common, doc says (naturally). 3 bones broke down in my ankle, so surgery, pins, plates and 6 weeks of no weight bearing. Almost drove me mad. I'm not good at that kind of stuff. But all over now and am back on my feet with just little twinges of pain from time to time. I think I've had about enough. lol I don't like being in a wheelchair.
Guess I'll stop rambling. I felt like writing this morning, maybe I'll work on my story that I'm trying to turn into a book. (Not trying that hard, but it crosses my mind from time to time...) So much going on in the world that it's easy to be distracted. And I'm teetering on senile, so there's that.
Hasta la Vista, kids.
