It was a good day and I feel much was accomplished. The deck was steamy, but still comfortable beneath the tree that grows between two slats of the deck’s rail. It now expands over most of the deck and offers relief from the sun. It also serves as a swishing musical accompaniment to the wind chimes that surround the deck.

My body has not been cooperating all day, and I find it a tremendous struggle to remain positive and upbeat. I’m  miserable and less pleasant.

I seldom have the energy and comfort to just sit on the floor to love on the dogs. In fact, it’s becoming more cumbersome to do much with them. When they are excited, their wagging tails feel like ball bats smashing against my legs.

Poor Colonel Deeds, though extremely loving and devoted as his older four siblings are to me, does not receive the proper training he should be receiving. Even with his ability to mimic the other dogs in his abilities, I physically cannot manage all that I wish to accomplish with him. I feel like I am failing him from becoming an even more incredible pooch. A week from this Wednesday, he will have his special surgery.

Sunday’s weather is the return to the 90s which will remain with us for the next several days. Of course, with Ohio weather that could change within a matter of minutes, even seconds.

Tomorrow, I will have three days of teaching, and will be meeting four new students. I am impressed and encouraged by their eagerness to learn and improve. Next week, I will begin spending a little more time at the Schuster Center and Victoria Theater with house‎ management responsibilities. 

The signs of Kettering‘s big Labor Day festival are falling into place around the neighborhood. “Do not park” signs are sprouting along many of the side streets that will be utilized by the organization for the “Holiday at Home” parade. Barricades are set aside until time for their Monday morning placements. Porta potties dot the landscape up and down Far Hills Avenue. I love the fresh energy this festival brings to the neighborhood.

It’s moving on to the 10 o’clock hour and I am ready for sleep. Long gone are the days where I could go easily on 4 to 5 hours of sleep each night. Mother required little sleep, and I was just like her. Because of our syncopated sleep pattern, I learned how to read and write by the time I was four years old, and loved watching Johnny Carson’s THE TONIGHT SHOW with Mother. None of my classmates at Washington Elementary School had even heard of Johnny Carson or the cavalcade of celebrities that crossed his stage. I clearly remember the wedding of Tiny Tim to Miss Vicky. I do miss the additional hours that were once apart of my daily world.

I am hoping that tonight’s rest will be beneficial and strengthening.

The Saturday morning sky with the waning blue moon.