8:00 |
7:40 |
Those Winter Sundays
by Robert Hayden
Sundays too
my father got up early
and put his clothes on in the blue black cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.
I'd wake and hear the
cold splintering, breaking.
When the rooms were warm, he'd call,
and slowly I would rise and dress,
fearing the chronic angers of that house,
Speaking indifferently
to him,
who had driven out the cold
and polished my good shoes as well.
What did I know, what did I know
of love's austere and lonely offices?
my father got up early
and put his clothes on in the blue black cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.
I'd wake and hear the
cold splintering, breaking.
When the rooms were warm, he'd call,
and slowly I would rise and dress,
fearing the chronic angers of that house,
Speaking indifferently
to him,
who had driven out the cold
and polished my good shoes as well.
What did I know, what did I know
of love's austere and lonely offices?
Yesterday was a typical Saturday, up early for yoga at 9:00 with Chris, only three of us in class because of the bad weather. Not only was it cold, but it was snowing fairly hard, making the roads slippery, so the roads were slow. Class was fine, a sameness to Saturdays, but we all felt good after class, energized. There was even a 5 K race in Lakewood at the same time as yoga, something that goes on at least once or twice a month in Lakewood, which is neat. I stopped for a cup of coffee, picked up half a pound of their coffee, a Vienna roast which I really like, then went to Wegman's to pick up some groceries for dinner for the next couple of days. Driving as I mentioned was slow going, fortunately, most everyone took their time, so it was not bad. When I got home, Evie had shoveled the parking area and Shane had cleared the road. I quickly put the trash in our car, and drove to the Transfer Station, to finish my duties for the day.
Turkish Tea and Home Made Chocolate Chip Cookie |
Our Neighbors, Barb and Jim Fox, with Zaily (sp?) |
Two days ago, I received a comment on my blog from a guy we had met this past fall while kayaking with a group from Long Point to Maple Springs. We hit it off, exchanged phone numbers, and Evie told them about my blog. He works at the Evangola State Park and in his comment, he mentioned that he along with friends was coming to Long Point today, Sunday, at 10:00 and asked if Evie and I wanted to cross country ski with them. How cool, so we will head over there for a short ski because of the cold.
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