#165: Lost and Found

 

So here we are, at the beginning of November. My last week at the park has come and gone, and the clocks have all been set back. I've filled out a couple job applications but have not heard back from anyone yet. They're expecting the first big snowfall™ Saturday. Hopefully the city has their plow trucks all set and ready. I'm not sure I am, even though I am looking forward to the snow. 

At any rate, it's odd how time can be both linear and cyclical at the same time. Linear, in that it always moves forward... the times tick tick tick.... one second at a time, one minute and so on. But also in cycles-- spring goes into summer going into fall and then to winter, only to begin again. I've been doing 50 years of this. 

Like a lot of folks, some days I feel old. Most days honestly. At least nowadays. Not that they're bad days, I just know I'm not a young'n any more. 

Of course, I don't spend my days complaining about it. I just figure I'm lucky to be doing what I want to do, surrounded by friends and friends who are more than family, and even a few real family members that cared enough about me for me to want to keep them in my life. 

Still, I can't help but wonder about people who were previously in my sphere. What are they doing now? Are they okay? Are they keepin on keepin on? I can only hope.  Still, if you're checking in to see how *I* am doing, thanks.... feel free to comment on this post (or email me.) 

The halloween decor has been packed back in its lil box, and the in-between fall tree is in its place. At some point I will need to go back to the storage unit and drag out the Christmas stuff. I've already cleared the space downstairs in front of the front window, ready for that big ole tree to go up. This will be Max's first Black Hills Christmas; I hope to make it special for them. 

I'm always finding things up at the park. Usually it's something small like a shoe, or pairs of socks where some child stuck their feet in and then forgot. Last year I found a fairly nice tacklebox. I don't fish, so it was soon on its way to a new home. 

During the last few days this season, I found..... a blanket. Someone had moved the picnic table off its concrete pad and spread it out. And then left it. It got wet and froze to the concrete, so I had to pour water on it to loosen it up, and then pry it up (gently!) with a shovel. Once I had got it to thaw somewhat enough to put in a plastic bag I brought it home and popped it into the washing machine.

There's a couple small holes where the threads broke or got snagged, but otherwise it's in good condition. You can see why I kept it. At some point I may hang it up as wall decor (That sideways design messes with my OCD arse!) but for now it's decorating my bed. 

Next stop: Thanksgiving! Stay tuned for the next post stuffed with goodness!

Aye,

Kraneia