O sweet September, thy first breezes bring
The dry leaves rustle and the squirrel's laughter,
The cool fresh air when health and vigor spring
And promise of exceeding joy hereafter.
I look forward to the beginning of fall and cooler weather. So much to see and do. It has been almost too hot to accomplish much around the place during these dog days of summer, but Paul and I have been trying to keep up. Today, I decided to write Brazil Buzz a little early. It's nice and cool inside!
It was great to get some rain showers, however brief. Still, the air conditioners are working overtime.
Before, the sampling of some relief, our outside thermometer was edging toward 100 degrees Fahrenheit. Oh my! If I catch too many more sun's rays, sooner than later, by and by- this old noggin is going suffer a brain fry. The hair got its fade and fry from a bottle. No sir; I can't blame that bright fellow or his beams for that!
Someone close to my heart once said to me, "Mary Lou, wear your hat when you work outside in the hot sun. Your fragile dome can't take too much heat; you'll get dizzier than you already are. Your head will spin off of your neck" and boy; that was frightening and hurtful to a child. I believe that there was some truth in that, then, poorly taken insult. Could he have meant it? I will never know.
I had to dig some tiny graves and bury a few hatchets in my time but it seems to me that; some cold and unkind words, said, even in jest, just won't stay buried. From time to time they surface like marbles during a January thaw. So, it was and does; deep down, words "do" harm us!
Little my friend knew, in those days, the extent of damage that the sun's harmful rays can cause, other consequences brought about from over-exposure or; the importance of wearing protective clothing and sunscreen. I'm glad that you and I are better informed, in regard protecting our skin today. Right! After many trips to the dermatologist, it is clear to me that little loosely woven narrow brimmed straw hat that I once wore half the time and feed sack sunsuits weren't enough. At our place we did good to get screen for the back door.
I have friends that live and work in one of the areas hardest hit by storms in the State of Illinois --Wilmette, a residential suburb of Chicago. The village is approximately fourteen miles north of the heart of the city's downtown business district. Thursday's torrential storms pounded and temporarily crippled the region. Power outages and fallen trees and debris hampered clean-up efforts and worse; there was loss of lives.
The heavy rains flushed storm water and sewage from the Chicago River into Lake Michigan. So far, the water is safe to drink if one doesn't care about the thought.
My friend, Barbara Bogage`, works for the Illinois Department of Transportation, in charge of Wilmette District 39 (public/privates schools). I would think Thursday's weather event presented a few headaches for her, as well as her husband Hollis, a retiree of the same department. No doubt in my mind, they are doing their best at being good neighbors.
The storm of 2007 was far more than a bad dream to the villagers; they witnessed a nightmare. I await a call from Barbara. She could be out and about wading through the mud and leaning toward the purchase of a new snow shovel. It pays to think ahead, as she, by now, has already figured out.
Did you know that Ann Margret, the actress, is from Wilmette? Actors, Charleton Heston and Bill Murray are from there as well. Frank Lloyd Wright built homes in the up-scale village. "Home Alone" was filmed in Wilmette and so much more.
Plans for our party are going well. You know the one I'm referring to--the OPEN HOUSE that you, our friends and valued readers, are invited to attend. The party, in celebration of our 50th wedding anniversary will take place Nov. 17, at Traditions; I'll fill you in on the details as we go along, time and such.
Mark your calendars, because the entire Sartor clan will be expecting you!
I can be reached at 446-4852 or drop me a line to 613 N. Elm St., Brazil, Ind., 47834