It’s a Saturday morning and I am in a strange place.

I am not in a McDonald’s drive-thru, or waiting for my eggs and bacon at “The Café” in Laurel View Village where Kim’s mom lives, or sitting at the table watching the tide come in, while my mother is in the kitchen making me a pork roll and egg sandwich.

What is this place?

It’s your house, you moron…

It is?

It is my house.

Yes it is!

It is a Saturday morning and I am home?

It feels so strange.

Kim is out walking.

But before she left I asked her, “is this maybe the third time this summer we have been home on a weekend?”

But wait, it’s not even summer anymore.

It’s the fall.

Where did summer go?

The last time I sat under the palm tree, the first Feet Faddish, it was July 13, 2019, and I had just opened up the pool.

Today is September 25, 2021, and the pool I bought in the spring is still in the box in the shed.

 

But here I am having coffee under the palm tree that has grown a bit since I last sat under it.

For the first time since we have lived here, we didn’t buy any new plants for the gardens this year.

The banana trees grew big again, and Kim harvested some lemon balm and elderberries for her potions.

But other than cutting the grass, we did nothing.

We haven’t been here.

But not today!

“Oh but anyway, Toto, we’re home! Home! And this is my palm tree, and this is my backyard, and I am not going to leave here ever again!”

Well, let’s not get too carried away.

I am just going to enjoy the day.