Wind Gusts
Wind gusts as high as 45 mph from the south. This is the year when weather patterns had no rhyme or reason. On Stauffer Avenue we take each day as it presents itself.
My get up and go has left me today. That is not so unusual. We had had a few less than good nights of sleeping working with CPAP technology. Last night with the headgear being worn that we went after yesterday, Dennis slept through the night until six this morning. Sweet.
Rest is so important for each of us. If there is a spell of restlessness, there is no such thing as getting caught up with rest. Who would have thought that me going to bed at nine, would still be me in bed at seven the next morning. I have tried staying up later, it just doesn’t work. The spring on my internal clock knows what is good for me. Why fight it.
Looking at November’s calendar, grandson Nicholas will be 16 on the 19th. Nicholas is not into sports but has a natural curiosity about anything with moving parts. I am sure if the appointment for his driving test has not yet been made, he will be anxious, just like any other young person. It’s ok Nicholas, Grammie didn’t pass hers the first time either. Pulling up to the the armory in Hutchinson . . . I was crushed. I did pass my chauffer’s driving test the first time around. I have always kept that rider on my license . . . for no real reason. One time when working at the courthouse, I was asked to go out and move a grain truck to the appropriate place for the testing. Apparently the examiner had asked the license center to look through employee’s license records for someone to help. The owner wasn’t allowed by the examiner to move it as he had no license to do that. The skirt got hitched up and the deed was done. Oh Grammie . . . memories.
With that I take my leave. ♥