When the belly is full, it says to the head, “Sing, fellow!”

The day is warm and sunny. It will hit 70˚. I guess summer is hoping for a grand exit. I’m heading for the deck after this, bringing my book and some bird seed. The feeders are all empty, the fault of the red spawn who is relentless. I think it is time to trap him and take him down cape or up cape. It doesn’t matter which, away is enough.

The Foodie Crawl was wonderful. We tasted food from many Mexican restaurants, an Ethiopian, Brazilian, Casey’s Bar and so many more. I tasted the best guacamole I’ve ever had and a blueberry dessert which was scrumptious. At Casey’s they gave us a chuck of chicken, a piece of sausage, a meatball and a piece of pizza to put them on. It was great pizza. At one stop I had green tomato gazpacho, a fried green tomato on top of greens with a champagne dressing and pulled pork. The food was served in small plastic cups, but every stop had at least two cups for us to try. I think I made it through 10 stops before I could eat no more. My sister managed two stops beyond mine. My back didn’t last so I sat on benches and sat down to eat if I could then I’d start walking again. We had a lot of fun and lots of great food so we decided we’d do it again next year and bring more people. The only down spot was when we got back to the car and found a parking ticket on the windshield.

As I was driving toward Boston, I noticed a few trees in their autumn reds. Two hawks were riding the thermals above the highway and over the trees. They glided in circles, their wings folded. I watched as long as I could.

I never won a Palmer Method medal. I thought I did the best circles, but I was wrong. My guess is it had to do with arm placement. I knew I wasn’t supposed to move my arm, just my hand when doing all the exercises, but I couldn’t keep it still. My arm went back and forth and up and down. In second grade I got spelling and religion ribbons for having 100% on both year-end tests. The ribbons had the subject written on the front and a pin on the back so they could be pinned on my blouse. They had to do.

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10 Comments on “When the belly is full, it says to the head, “Sing, fellow!””

  1. Hedley Says:

    Cost of livin’ gets so high,
    Rich and poor they start to cry:
    Now the weak must get strong;
    They say, “Oh, what a tribulation!”

    Them belly full, but we hungry;
    A hungry mob is a angry mob.
    A rain a-fall, but the dirt it tough;
    A pot a-yook, but d’ yood* no ‘nough

    • katry Says:

      My Dear Hedley,
      I don’t know this song so I had to look it up. I was surprised as I know so many Bob Marley songs but not this one.

      I live in a school district where over 50% of the kids qualify for free breakfast and lunch, yup, right here on old Cape Cod.

  2. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    I never could figure out how one moved the hand without moving the arm or how not to move the fingers only. It just seemed that all the things had to be moving or only the fingers had to move. Good thing we didn’t learn Palmer Method. I’d’ve been skunked. 🙂

    My morning was spent failing to figure out how to get my pre-filled online application from RMV to print without all kinds of scallabotches in it. The blank form prints perfectly. The one I did online and must bring with me prints out with all my entries scrunched up, all the selection boxes circled and an abbreviation for PO Box that I did not and would not ever type. Doesn’t matter how I access it, which computer I use or whose printer. It’s the same. Online looks fine but as soon as it gets printed or saved, it’s crap. There’s still a few weeks to try to figure it out or I may just let them deal.

    It’s 70 and sunny up here. Rocky and Piki Dog are at play school getting nice and tired. Time to vacuum the rug and throw out some stuff.
    Enjoy the day.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      Well, I never did learn how to do that, and I had Palmer Method training for a few years. You didn’t write words when doing this but made lines that went up and down and circles so it was easier than trying to write words.

      The RMV is beyond human ken. There is only one down here as they closed several. The line forms by 8 when it doesn’t open until 9. I avoid it at all costs.

      Gracie is having her morning nap. I finally started that wash as I did many errands yesterday. Today I’m staying around the house and doing stuff here as my back is fussing after the last two days.

      Have a great, warm day!

  3. olof1 Says:

    All that food sounds delicious! I do like Brazilian food, perhaps there is a bit too many beans sometimes, especially if one isn’t used to eat a lot of beans 🙂 🙂 🙂

    We never got medals or ribbons for anything here and still don’t >I think. I don’t think we even have spelling contests, just as well the politicians have played so much with our school system that we now have the worst schools in Europe. I mean this is one of the richest countries in the world and our schools are worse than the ones in Moldavia 🙂 🙂 🙂

    We’ve had really nice weather here and unlike yesterday when they said we were going to have this wonderful weather for quite some time they now say it’s ove for this year. Next week will be cold, grey and just depressing 🙂

    Have a great day!

    • katry Says:

      I don’t eat beans, never have, so most of the food except chili was without beans including the Brazilian food.

      It wasn’t a spelling bee but awards for best scores on the final exams. The ribbons were handmade, probably by the nuns, but I was really excited never having won anything before that.

      Great weather all day today. I was just outside sitting on the deck, and it wasn’t even cold. The birds have found the filled feeders so I watched them for a while. I think this weather pattern is supposed to hold a bit.

      Have a great evening!

  4. MT C Says:

    I am pondering, with great difficulty, Kat, what are we supposed to term this period of ‘after summer warmth’ which occurs after the ‘warning cold period’ before autumn and winter really set in?

    We’ve had mid to high 80’s these past few days, after a brief chilly two days of about 40. Our extended summer season is remain with us through maybe Thursday of next week. So far I have managed to avoid the ‘gotta get ready for the cold’ rush of draining hoses, gathering up the paint, getting the bike ready and hauling in the tool batteries and other shouldn’t freeze items before the bottom drops out.

    I have been for some really wonderful ‘last rides’ of the year. Went 45 miles on Sunday for breakfast with a group of 9. Monday followed the river, first to the two lower dams and then visited the upper 3. And just generally around town to enjoy the air.

    This morning was a bit different, as the smoke from the CA fires blew in, just as I was walking across the parking lot for a Dr’s appointment. Make my eyes water and of course started a sneezing session. I hope they can get them handled soon.

    A wonderful blog, Kat, like all the others you post. I can relate to all of them (with the exception of being a girl, which just might be a normal thing).


    • katry Says:

      Hi Carl,
      I figure we’ll just call it the shoulder season-the space between.

      We seldom even got to the 80’s during the summer, and we haven’t hit the 40’s yet but the western part of the state has gotten down to the 30’s but no frost yet. Like you, I haven’t begun winter readiness. My irrigation system has to be shut off, the deck cleared, outside shower off and hoses rolled and stored. I have Skip, my hand man, for all those tasks.

      I love rides and yours sounds lovely. Just riding around anywhere with no destination in mind is a wonderful way to spend some time.

      Those fires would frighten me if I ever lived there. Needing to leave in a few moments notice would have me rounding up the pets and nothing else.

      Thank you for the kind words, Carl.

  5. Rowen Says:

    I have my doubts about the ole Palmer Method anyway, and the notion of a writing grip. In art school, we were taught to draw using the muscles of the whole arm. Never got cramps drawing but sure get cramps writing.

    • katry Says:

      All those lines and circles didn’t do anything when it came to my cursive. The older I get the messier I am.

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