Last Chance To Turn Around: Gene Pitney

Posted July 11, 2020 by katry
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I Get Around: Beach Boys

Posted July 11, 2020 by katry
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Fast Car: Tracy Chapman

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Beep Beep: The Playmates

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“May your adventures bring you closer together, even as they take you far away from home.”

Posted July 11, 2020 by katry
Categories: Musings

Last night it poured. I heard the first drops around one. Henry, of course, backed away from the door when it was time for him to go out before bed. It is no longer raining, but it is still cloudy and dark. Every now and then the sun breaks through and seems to stay longer each time. I’m cheering for it. There is a breeze from the north, but the humidity is so high the poor breeze hasn’t a chance.

Saturday is turnover day here when people come and go from rentals. The people who were staying next door are gone. I don’t know if the house is rented this week, but I’ll know when Henry howls. The hound in him comes out when he hears a noise and can’t locate the source.

I didn’t go out yesterday. Mostly I read and watched MSNBC or CNN. I guess I’m a sucker for punishment.

Today I haven’t a list. I just can’t get myself motivated. I know the plants need watering, and the laundry is still downstairs leaning on the washer. I suppose (insert sigh here) I can do the laundry.

I have some fireballs. I finished one, but it took a while because I had to keep taking it out of my mouth because it was so hot. When I was a kid, a mark of bravery was to keep the fireball in your mouth the whole time. The key was to move the fireball from cheek to cheek until it was small enough to pulverize. The best thing about fireballs is they were a penny candy.

Family trips were fraught with controversy. My brother and I, by eminent domain, had back seat windows. My sister sat in the middle, a bone of contention with her. My other sister sat up front between my parents. My brother and I argued over space and didn’t tolerate even the smallest incursion to our sides. Sound was amplified in the car. My father threatened to turn around and go home, but we’d heard that time and again and not once did we ever turn around so the threat didn’t work. I didn’t know the phrase idle threat existed, but there it was multiplied. Next, my dad tried to whack us from the front seat. It was funny watching his hand and arm reaching into the backseat and getting only air, not us. He couldn’t reach either one of us. We didn’t dare laugh out loud, but we snickered behind our hands so he couldn’t see us. That would have been baiting the bear.

Cold, Cold Heart: Hank Williams

Posted July 10, 2020 by katry
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Winter Time: Steve Miller Band

Posted July 10, 2020 by katry
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Stone Cold: Rainbow

Posted July 10, 2020 by katry
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Cold as Christmas (In the Middle of the Year): Elton John

Posted July 10, 2020 by katry
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