“I used to lie in bed in my flat and imagine what would happen if there was a zombie attack.”
When I’m feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don’t feel so bad
Yup, it’s a whole new day, and I’m quoting The Sound of Music. Hum along if you’d like!
The right side of my hand looks disgusting. It is the sort of hand which roams the halls at night in a dark, dank, dusty mansion, a mansion in a black and white Vincent Price movie. The hand looks for its next victim. It will find a woman who will scream and, like all women from fifties science fiction movies, her hand will be in front of her mouth, her body contorted in fear.
The day looks beautiful with a bright sun and a tiny breeze, but it is going to get hotter. I turned off my AC when I went to breakfast, but when I got back, the house was already4° hotter than when I had left. I went around shutting windows and turned on the AC again. I have become a lover of creature comforts.
This morning I went up Route 28 to Hyannis to go to Staples. I needed a couple of things, including a new mouse pad. The one I found is just perfect. It looks like a magic carpet. It will take me, through my computer, anywhere and everywhere. I can travel through time and space. I am Sinbad and Aladdin soaring through the clouds.
I was an imaginative little kid who planned all sorts of adventures and all kinds of what ifs. My books were the gateways. I went to the old west with Zorro and to Treasure Island with Long John. I always saw myself as the good guy, the hero who arrives in the nick of time to save the day. That I was a girl made no never-mind. I gave it no thought. I was just the hero.
We all spoke pirate and cowboy. We’d throw around words like me hearties and varmint and threaten the plank or, even worst, a hanging. We, the good guys, hid behind rocks for protection as we shot at the bank robbers who never won. They were, after all, the bad guys. Pirates were adventurers who roamed the high seas looking for treasure. We got to have sword fights if we could find strong enough sticks.
I do a what if I win the lottery, but I never buy a ticket. It’s just fun to imagine.
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July 31, 2011 at 9:08 pm
Hi Kat,
Glad to hear that everything moves but just not as good as it might. Hope you are putting ice on it.
I get the feeling that you were typing with 1 1/2 hands today.
We didn’t play pirates. We played cowboys or Indians. Never both at the same time. Sometimes we played horses. Sometimes we sto… er… borrowed some of those aluminum cups from my Aunty Barbara, rammed them onto the ends of a suitably large branch and played dinosaurs down in the swamp. We each had a different color cup for our dinosaur’s muzzle so we could tell them apart. 🙂
Hope your day was lovely. Mine was a lazy day.
August 1, 2011 at 11:28 am
Hi Caryn,
When I was in high school and tried to take a typing course, I was not allowed. It is in the business track and you are in the college track I was told. Typing wasn’t even offered as an elective so i never did learn to type. I have the fastest two fingers in the west!
I think we were pirates just so we could have duels. We too played cowboys and Indians but no one wanted to be an Indian. I love your dinosaur game-that is really neat and creative.
August 1, 2011 at 4:05 pm
My high school offered typing and personal shorthand as an elective for college track students. I guess they figured we would need those skills for note-taking in lectures and typing up papers. So I learned to type very well with all of my fingers but I never got the hang of shorthand.
August 1, 2011 at 3:43 am
I do hope that hand of Yours will heal fine even though it sounds exiting to have an evil hand like that :-.)
We didn´t play cowboys that much since we all wanted to be the indians 🙂 🙂 But pirates of course, but I can´t remember that we ever spoke like pirates? I guess that we rarely heard how pirates spoke in swedish since all pirate movies were in english and we all read the subtitles 🙂 🙂
But we did play a lot of Tintin, a belgian cartoon character. I don´t think he is well known outside europe. But he is a reporter that solves different mysteries all over the world. His sidekick is Captain Haddock that curses a lot. We all loved to be Captain Haddock 🙂 🙂 🙂
Have a great day!
Christer.
August 1, 2011 at 11:30 am
Christer,
My hand is less swollen, but I can’t use those fingers well yet, not even to carry my coffee cup.
I know Tintin but only because of Hedley. I even bought e few Tintin stories so I could read him. I really enjoyed them. It made me wonder why they weren’t popular here.
August 1, 2011 at 11:18 am
Kat,
First, let me thank you because the music you choose and the memories you share never fail to bring me good thoughts and a smile.
Second, by this time and certainly by tomorrow, you’ll have pretty much forgotten about the fall and bruised hand. We’re tougher than that.
All the best.
bob fearnley
August 1, 2011 at 11:31 am
Thanks, Bob
I had forgotten the fall, but the fingers remind me every now and then, but I’m okay with it all. Today is a lovely day to enjoy not to bemoan a few sore fingers.
August 1, 2011 at 8:04 pm
Hi Caryn,
My two fingers get quick a workout!