I’m a little further along on my sock foot than I was last week. I’m also about a third of the way through Jo & Laurie by Margaret Stohl and Melissa de la Cruz. And in audiobooks, I’m past the halfway point on The Bookshop of Second Chances and most of the way through No Time like the Future, Michael J. Fox’s latest memoir.
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My parents live a bit off the beaten track, not so far that someone wouldn’t hear you if you called for help, but not so close they’d immediately be able to tell where you were.
It’s relatively quiet here, especially at night, but mostly quiet as defined in country terms. Overnight, you won’t hear traffic, although on rare nights you get a troop transfer flying overhead. I can hear peepers and crickets and other outdoorsy creatures marking time. When Rudi and I came upstairs to bed, we could listened to a very chatty owl. Sometimes you hear a second one, but if there was one tonight, I think they were both in the woods out back. Last night when I woke up in the middle of the night I heard a fox or a fisher cat screaming. It was very disconcerting, even if I did know it wasn’t a human making those noises. (See above.)
At home, I get cars passing by at all hours, although overnight, there are fewer of them. The birds start calling around 2 a.m. and stay chatty until dawn. You don’t hear the cicadas in my neighborhood, but you do in some others. Rats periodically scrabble past.
These aren’t the sounds I grew up with mostly (my suburban neighborhood was far closer to what I get here), but they’re what I’ve become used to.
This week’s Top Ten Tuesday from That Artsy Reader is a freebie, so I thought I’d share ten of the books I currently have checked out from the library that I’m particularly looking forward to reading:
How about you? Do you have anything out from the library you’re particularly looking forward to?
It’s been two damp, chilly days up here in New England, more in keeping with early April than the conclusion of May. But I’ll take unseasonable weather with my folks than lovely weather without them. However, if the weather gods could cooperate on Tuesday to give us a dry spell to take care of some outdoor tasks, I’d be appreciative.
Mum and I snuck out on Saturday to buy plants for her garden, but I came home with several more vegetables for mine, as well. We’ve watched movies and baseball and listened to music. Dad and I wrestled for a bit with his computer. We’ve read and I’ve knit and there was a fire. Mum has made mountains of food.
Tomorrow, Karen and I will meet up. We’ll find some lunch, we’ll walk along the river, and we’ll catch up. The forecast depends on the site as to whether we’ll be dry or have showers periodically drip on us. Either way, it will be fine, because I’ll get to spend time with her.
I can’t wait.
I got something like 12 hours of sleep last night, and I didn’t need to take a nap during the day. Amazing!
I hugged my mom for like five minutes straight.