It is funny how things work. I have lived alone for over eight years now, so when Son needed a place to stay, it took some getting used to, having another person living here. And now that he has moved out, it takes some getting used to again. I have to admit, he spoils me some. Little things, like making a pot of coffee for me before he left for work at dark-thirty in the morning. I had teased him that because he was moving to the apartment next door, there was no reason he couldn't continue that practice.
I have railroad tracks running a block away from my apartment. I can sleep right through the noise of a train whistle as it crosses that street intersection. No problem. But there are some noises that will awaken me from a sound sleep. Years ago, when I lived close to my parents and when my mother was so very ill and her health was precarious at best, it was not unusual for me to get a phone call from my Dad in the middle of the night asking me to come to the hospital where she had been admitted for one complication or another relating to her rheumatoid arthritis, including several bouts of pneumonia. Since that time I am wide awake at the first sound of the phone ringing. Another sound that will wake me up is the sound of a key turning in the lock of my door. And that is what I heard early this morning.
When Son came into my kitchen, a fresh cup of coffee for me in hand.
And about a half hour later, when he brought his coffee pot to refill my cup.
I love his sense of humor!
There has been nothing very exciting going on here in my little corner of the world. I am still working on getting my apartment reorganized since Son's move. He has taken several cases of my home canned food over to his place, and that has helped free up space for the ham, tomatoes and ham & bean soup I recently canned and which had been stacked in my kitchen for lack of room to put it away. I thought I was about finished with canning season for this year, but I think there will be one more Farmer's Market run this coming weekend for cranberries and more butternut squash and maybe some pumpkins. I like having cranberry juice on hand and the homemade juice is so much better tasting than anything I can buy premade.
I think I will take time to make a couple of loaves of banana bread this afternoon. I will keep one loaf and share the other with Son for his lunches this week. It is always more fun to be able to share.
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