The morning is lovely. It is still cool in the house from last night. The blue sky stretches across without a single cloud. The sun is bright. Nothing is moving. The day will be hot, in the 80's. I have no errands or chores to do. I have been busy. The deck flowers are all planted and the deck is clean of debris. I declare today a well-deserved sloth day. I'm thinking I'll just stay on the deck and read the day away.
When I was a kid, I had everything I needed. For winter I had ice skates and a sled. For summer I had roller skates, the kind you tightened to your shoes, and my bike. The ice skates were easy, just put them on, tighten and skate, but my roller skates sometimes came loose, usually only one at a time, so I had to keep lifting my foot and the skate until I could sit, usually on the curb, and reattach the skate. I learned sneakers didn't hold the skates too well so I wore my old school shoes. I used to skate on the parking lot at the top of the hill, but if I was brave, I'd ride down the hilly sidewalk. Grass bordered the sidewalk on both sides so when I fell, and fell I did, the grass cushioned my fall.
When I moved into my house, my mother brought down some treasures for me. One was a small chair my father's uncle had made for me. My mother told me I was three when he gave it to me. It is still in my bedroom. I have three Fanny Farmer chicken egg cups, two have broken beaks. My mother used to make soft-boiled eggs for our breakfasts. She'd toast bread and cut it so the pieces were just the right size to dip into the eggs cradled in those egg cups. She also brought down my books: my Bobbsey Twins, my Trixie Beltons, my Nancy Drews and some of the classics I loved to read like Heidi, Treasure Island, Black Beauty, Hans Brinker and the Silver Skates and my all time favorite, The Wind in the Willows. I bought a bookcase and filled it with those treasures. That's when my house became my home.
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