The weather at this little place here is so beautiful, it doesn't feel like October. Well, maybe like a really good weather day in October. Right now the temperature is in the low 70s, the sky is bright blue, and there's a warm breeze. The sun is strong and hot when you're in it. And that's why I'm running around, hanging laundry on the line in my bare feet.
Which, were she still alive to see me doing this, would absolutely give my maternal grandmother a fit. Growing up, it seemed that a lot of things I did gave her a fit. . . (Sorry Grandma, now that I'm a grandma too I can kind of see where you were coming from.) But this particular thing, this being without shoes and socks in October would give her cause to predict a coming sickness for me.
Because, and I quote "When the leaves come, and the leaves go, you don't go bare foot." Meaning, in the warm early Spring days, when the leaves are beginning to unfurl their buds, no matter how hot the sun, you need shoes on your feet. And the same goes for in the Fall, when the leaves are dropping from the trees and covering the ground.
According to Grandma, I should be wearing shoes right now. But I'm not. Rebel that I am, I'm choosing to live dangerously and walk barefooted through the fallen leaves.
Hope I don't end up coming down with that cold Faline had last week that kept her home from school--and therefore was at my house since she also couldn't go to a sitter--on Friday. . .
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