After waking, the brush scrapped back the messy hair and the coffee water was turned on.   Then the washroom was the third thing on the list of usual morning rituals.  Washing for the day and talking care of other things before dress-up.

The dead stale air in the house prompt the opening of the window only to find the outside breeze is beautiful, all the windows get opened, then coffee and a sitting,  out,  on the front steps, in this beautiful early morning day is calling at me.  So i do . . .i sit out in the quite morning,  enjoying my awakened state, but not for long . . .two riding lawnmowers show up to cut the tall grass. Of course now i am forced back inside as the machines are blowing the shredded grass at me and all the surroundings.  And now,  who do you think,  has to clean that up . . .I myself am thinking,  a short wind storm, then again,  that could be dangerous.

Inside the house is still warm,  but at least i get to sit and have my coffee.  So i opened my e-mail to see if anyone dropped me a line or two.  There was.  One message to answer. Yippee a good one. Not spam or junk. This was an e-mail from someone i Loved and probably still do.  Strange . . .I replied but then deleted it. I felt how i replied they would not like it. So it is put off until i feel i have a good response.

Then the grand baby came. Crying. Oh happy day now . . .Everything is put off. This child gets into everything. But i Love the child. So it is now play off and on time, while it tries to figure what it really wants to do . . .At two years of age. really.

It was not long before one of  the guys were back to cut the back grass. He lives here so, yeah . . .Way to start a day, noisy and messy. Good-morning to you too. It is the Queen Victoria’s Birthday should it be less noisy and fun.

Day one of many more to come.