In Case I Forget: Shep and the Limelites

Posted March 25, 2019 by katry
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A Night in Summer Long Ago: Mark Knopfler

Posted March 25, 2019 by katry
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House of the Rising Sun: B.B. King and Mary Travers

Posted March 25, 2019 by katry
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Photographs And Memories: Jim Croce

Posted March 25, 2019 by katry
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Posted March 25, 2019 by katry
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“Now that I have opened that bottle of memories they’re pouring out like wine, crimson and bittersweet.”

Posted March 25, 2019 by katry
Categories: Musings

A cloudy, cold day seems to fit Mondays. I’ve never been a lover of Mondays. When I worked, the alarm at 5:15 was an intrusion, an abrupt end to sweet dreams and deep sleep. I used to hit the snooze button a couple of times but would finally drag myself out of bed and downstairs to make coffee. The worst of all was my papers were never delivered so early. I’d check the news on TV and my e-mail. After coffee cup number two, I’d drag myself back upstairs to get dressed and face the day.

I have a memory drawer of smells, of triggers to things remembered. The Christmas tree is almost a sacred smell. Toast is another. It reminds me of mornings and my mother making breakfast for us before school. Cookies baking also bring my mother to mind. The mornings in Ghana were my favorite part of the day. The aroma of burning wood charcoal filled the air. It was a sweet smell. The market had a variety of smells, some unpleasant, like goat dung sold for fuel.

On summer mornings, I can sometimes smell the ocean, and it brings back so much of my life especially those weekend jaunts to the beach with my family when I was a kid. We loved the ocean and the beach. Just before a summer rainstorm the air has an earthy smell. I remember staying outside and getting soaked by the rain. It was almost joyful. The smell of food cooking on the grill brings my father back. He’d sit outside and man the grill. He’d have a pop or two of whiskey or a highball. I could smell the chicken cooking most of all. My father was a grill master. Jetways have their own peculiar smell, not exactly pleasant, but I don’t mind. I am traveling. Buses have an engine odor. I am reminded of high school when I took the bus every day.

Memories seem to have a life of their own. I am sometimes surprised and pleased when a long forgotten memory surfaces. I am not always thankful.

Posted March 24, 2019 by katry
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“Thus began a break of undetermined length and meaning.”

Posted March 24, 2019 by katry
Categories: Musings

Today I am taking a short break, a one day break. It is so pretty an afternoon I’m heading out to explore. I stayed home yesterday so I still need dog food and bread.

I didn’t miss my toast this morning. I had lemon biscotti with my coffee. I’d forgotten I had a box of them so it was a wonderful surprise, and the lemon seemed a perfect mirror of the day. The sun is shining so brightly.

The high today will be 49˚. There is no wind. It’s time for me to mosey!

I’ll see you tomorrow.

You’re The Top: Ella Fitzgerald

Posted March 23, 2019 by katry
Categories: Video

We Didn’t Start the Fire: Billy Joel

Posted March 23, 2019 by katry
Categories: Video