Seasonal Work

Walked out onto the porch last night and took a big drink of the dark sky from the big dipper hanging low in the east. I remember as a child finding great pleasure in being able to spot the dipper and its cousin, the little dipper. Then later in life Orion’s belt became the night sky feature with which I was most familiar. Why it drew my eye, I have no idea. All I know is that last night I was happy to be reminded of my childhood.

It surprises me, slightly, that being able to identify the big dipper and the Milky Way never led me to become an aficionado of the heavens and the constellations. I suppose I was already started on my eclectic journey to gather a little bit of info about a lot of things. I simply made a note and kept on looking. I believe at the time, I was probably all about books and the stories within.

My quest for knowledge these days is how to remove hard-water stains from bathrooms as I reclaim the guest rooms in my house. So, far vinegar is the big winner. Lucky me. It’s cheap and not all that toxic. Plus, I’ve already fought the fight in the main bathroom. This job appears to be more of the same. Personally, I’d rather be staring at the stars or even contemplating my navel, but sometimes a fellow just has to do what a fellow has to do because as the Byrds once sang, to every season there is a time.