It's 6:47 AM and CLiff is on his way to FL to retrieve some antennae equipment that's still on our property there. He planned on leaving around 4 AM to avoid the miserable Atlanta rush hour traffic. But about 2 AM I awoke to a sudden burst of chirp........chirp.......chirp. Which smoke alarm could it be? He changes the batteries every Christmas. Well, we figured maybe one battery thought it was already Christmas, maybe a spider had built a web in one and messed up the system (it happened in our FL house), or maybe (heaven forbid), the alarm was really alerting us of a carbon monoxide leak somewhere. So we got up, got dressed, stratigically stood where we could detect which one was chirping and plan our course of action. The sound was strongly coming from our closet even though there is no detector in the closet. Anyone who knows Cliff, knows that he has 4 or 5 "back-up" alarm clocks or other mechanical apparatus (apparati????)stored under clothes or tucked away "just in case." By now we're wide awake and Maxine is hiding under the bed because with all this movement, she's positive this is leading to another dreaded trip to Fl in the truck for her. The chirp.....chirp.....chirp continued as Cliff checked under things in the closet when I looked up at the ceiling and found the source of the chirp. The vacuum cleaner quickly removed the little white cricket. Now ...........a cricket in the house is supposed to be good luck......for who...the cricket of the people? Technically, the good luck cricket is still in our house.
Happy Summer Solstice! It was a beautiful start to this day. The typical mountain fog had settled in when I got up at 6:30 but burned off shortly after. I always go outside when I first get up, scan for wildlife, and walk around soaking in the morning peace and calm. Did about 20 minutes of stretchy yoga, showered and had a light breakfast of cream of buckwheat with ghee-fried peaches. I still felt a little full from eating Italian food with Janice last night. We go out at 4:30 and take our time eating and talking, have a glass of wine and Friday night is dessert night. Janice is doing better. It'll be a year in August since she lost Ernie. I left the breakfast dishes in the sink and headed to our Murphy Farmers Market. First stop was "Healing Ways" produce farmers for fresh Swiss chard, butter crunch lettuce, and a bunch of young summer squash and zucchini since all of mine are falling off the plants....
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