Summer Waning Strawberry Moon
Rain beats down and Rigel whines. We’ve had a couple of dogs with phobias about thunder. Tira was the most problematic. She preferred to climb through open car windows in the garage for some reason. I still have claw marks on the Celica’s leather interior and the Tundra has scratch marks from a frenzied Tira trying to climb the gate closing off the back from the garage and getting hung up, her paws scraping on the hood and her teeth gripping the license plates. Rigel is not that bad. Thank god.
Kate’s tired tonight, her muscles aching from a lot of walking and standing. She’s pushing it, but it’s good. The doc said no limits, so the more she works it, the faster her muscle tone will firm up and her stamina increase. Having the hip replaced takes general anesthetic, deep tissue and bone bruising and swelling, so painful trauma occurs from a bodily point of view, but from a psychic perspective she can tell already that it feels better, way better.
We had our money meeting, discussing the coming of the kids and grandkids next week. Makes me think of the trips my family used to take from Alexandria, Indiana to Oklahoma City. Route 66 covered most of the territory, taking us, I remember, right through downtown St. Louis, a bit fearsome for small town folks. Mom would go in to the motels, inspect their rooms and give them a passing grade or tell us to get back in the car.
Along the way the barns had signs for Meramec Caverns. Don’t believe I ever saw them. Sort of the Wall Drug equivalent on Route 66.
There were games involving license plates, 20 questions, word finds and generally gazing out the window as the Illinois, then Missouri landscape rolled by. I still enjoy that part of traveling, sitting by the window, watching the scenery. One of the reason I like train travel.
