Merely Day By Day

Playing Don't Break the Ice with my great grandfather. This morning I awoke to snow covering the ground.  I sat down with my cup of coffee to start my morning of writing, reading ---- ok, and procrastinating on the internet.  As I glanced through Pinterest, I found this pin on Laurie's page. Jim Hunt Illustration:  Facebook.com/huntcartoons It made me smile to think back to getting up early on Saturday mornings with a box of cereal --- and three channels --- to watch cartoons with my brother.  It made me think of how thankful I am to be a child of the 70s (and a bit of the 80s).  Here's why: 10 Reasons I'm Thankful I Was a Child of the 70s      10.  Of course, Saturday morning cartoons and cereal.          9.  You could sleep on the window ledge of your car              while driving down the highway.         8.  No bicycle hel...

the sun beats down, hot on our shoulders. the air stands still, heavy, as it has for days. we turn it on. creak,        creak,               creak. the handle groans. the long serpent hose comes to life. soon cool relief sprays from small metal holes. we jump up and down expectantly waiting on the icy water to come to our side. spraying to ease the heat. finally it turns toward us. shouting with glee we race through the pulsating liquid. the sudden change of temperature providing respite. shivering we stand on the other side. the sprinkler, noticing we have run away, turns toward us. psh,     psh,         psh. it calls in warning. we dance in the grass, holding our breath, anticipating its chilly return in our game of water tag. teeth chattering, we spend hours, laughing, playing, in the afternoon heat. the gentle back and forth of our garden sprinkl...