What I See From My Window. I never know what I'll see from my bedroom window when I wake up in the morning. Since my window faces east, I have dark shades so the first rays of the sun don't fry my eyeballs. These days my morning ritual consists of opening the shades, turning up the heat, putting on the tea kettle and then diving back under the covers to write for a bit while my space warms up.
My bedroom window looks out on Bank Street. Most days it's a Norman Rockwell-like scene, with breakfast patrons framed in the windows at the Center Diner. Often someone I know will walk by on the street. On Saturdays, since last Spring, when I open the shades the Farmers' Market has magically appeared. It's the same thing on Sundays, with the Attic Treasures Flea Market. I open the shades and - voila! - a bustling flea market is in full swing.
Yesterday morning (Sunday) when I looked out on the flea market, I saw a clothing rack holding what looked like a red, hooded long raincoat. I've been wanting/needing a functional, waterproof coat. The one I have has started to leak, plus it's very lightweight. This one looked like it was lined.
I'm sure you know the old coat/boots/hat-over-pajamas trick. I was out there in under five minutes. The raincoat was brand new, with the tag. It was a size large (great for layering?) and lined with plaid flannel. It's not pretty. It's nor'easter wear - exactly what I was looking for. Asking price - $5. SOLD!!!
This morning I opened my shades and there was a basket truck from the City of Peekskill. A guy was way up in the basket, suspending a Christmas Wreath, which another worker attached to the streetlight closest to my window.
Who needs TV? I have a show right outside my window!
(p.s. - If anyone actually cares, this is Post 58 because I have two Post 56s and no Post 57. I'm arithmatically challenged...)
