“The sky, a perfect empty canvas, offers clouds nonetheless. They shift and drift and beg interpretation… such is the nature of art.”

Warm today, it is actually long sleeve shirt weather, the first of the season. I can’t wait to get out. I have two errands then I get to enjoy the rest of the day. Notice I didn’t mention making my bed or doing anything domestic. They’re not on the list!

On the cat and medicine battle, Fern is letting me dose her twice a day, one rub and one liquid. Maddie is still running. She senses I am up to no good. I called the vet, and we’re going to try liquid with Maddie. I suspect she’ll still take off on me. She’s a feisty cat that one.

The ten year old me had dreams and hopes. They mostly centered around seeing the world. I wanted to hurry and get old enough to bag my bags, pick a spot, jump on a plane and go. I’d stand on the roof lookout at Logan airport, the old airport, and watch the planes leaving and I’d be wishing I was on one. The logistics of travel never occurred to me. I didn’t give money a thought. I was dreaming and my dreams were never sensible or logical. I saw myself traipsing through the world having adventures. When you’re ten, anything is possible.

I don’t know why I never noticed different flowers when I was young. I did notice dandelions and thought them flowers. Most of the front yards on my street had pansies and marigolds. I like pansies but marigolds not so much. Our neighbors all wanted the best lawns so flowers weren’t all that important. My dad planted pansies in the front garden, a very small garden because of the bushes. I used to look at the flowers and try to figure out who the faces of the pansies resembled. I think a lot of them were Winston Churchill.

I used to lie on the grass and watch the clouds. I remember the grass felt cool and soft. The clouds mostly looked like animals. The only exception was I often saw a witch. It was her hat that gave her away. I’d watch until the clouds moved and the animals disappeared into a single cloud, one with no shape or personality.

I always saw the man in the moon, and for me he was always smiling. Even now I check to make sure he’s still there. I’m never disappointed. He is always there and he always still smiles.

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  1. olof1 Says:

    A rather wonderful day here, even if my neighbor told me it snowed for a while. It happen during my almost three hour long nap so I never saw it thankfully 🙂 Hard to dress right though, out of reach for the wind it was really warm but when the wind did reach it got awfully cold.

    I can’t remember what dreams or hopes I might have had as a kid. I did most likely, lie You, want to travel, preferably on the Amazonas river and the Mississippi. I did like looking at the clouds though but I don’t think I ever saw a witch 🙂

    Who didn’t see the man in the moon 🙂 but I was more inbterested in if I could see that the moon slowly is leaving us, three centimeters every year. I can honestly say I couldn’t see the difference 🙂

    Have a great day!


    • katry Says:

      It actually got to 70˚ today. The heat is off, and the windows are open finally giving the house some fresh air.

      I love naps, and you must have been exhausted after the long walk you had. If I nap, I can always depend on Gracie keeping me company.

      I figure we are so far away that that little amount wouldn’t be seen by us.

      Have a good night.

  2. Richard Says:

    ’Tis a sad day in Mudville, for the Sun, it hath come out. That means higher temps, which means higher humidity, which means generally unpleasant conditions in the ’ville. I hate when that happens.

    Cats know things, y’ know. Doin’ stuff like sayin’ ‘good kitty’ doesn’t work on ’em the way ‘good doggie’ works on dogs.

    I tried re-connecting with Ten-Year-Old ‘Me’ and didn’t make a link. From the scattered fragments of my memories of those days, I cannot recall ever wanting to travel and see the world. My brother did, which is why he chose the Air Force and got to visit places like Iceland, Canada, Italy, Germany, and – wait for it – his famous ’90 days TDY’ in King Ibn Abdul Aziz Air Base in Saudi Arabia that turned into a 9-month remote duty assignment. I was stationed stateside my entire time in the Army. I win.

    Flowers are a whole ’nuther story. My aunts (Dad’s sisters) had their own hothouse and grew great things like orchids ’n ferns and roses along with other exotics I can’t name. Every year at prom time they made a point to bring me an orchid corsage for my date – talk about gettin’ extra points … I always liked going in to see what was in bloom or getting ready to bloom – and now I wish I’d been doing photography back in those times.

    Mom used to be the one in the family who saw shapes in the clouds. I didn’t. Now, however, I do – sometimes. Not often, but sometimes. As for the man in the moon, I didn’t see ‘him’ then and don’t see ‘him’ now … and I’m really curious as to why I don’t – but not curious enough to investigate. I’ll chalk it up to lack of a vivid imagination …

    Like ‘The Captain’ told Paul Newman in ‘Cool Hand Luke,’ we got to ‘get our mind right’ … and the best way I know of to do that is with a li’l sump’m called ‘jug band music’ – as performed right here on this very stage by The Lovin’ Spoonful … and the title of the tune just happens to be … ‘Jug Band Music’ … enjoy …

    • katry Says:

      It is beautiful today. It was so hot I had to go home and change to a short sleeve shirt. This is our first day at 70˚.

      Cats don’t have owners. They have servants. My two come when I call them but that is it-the only command they’ll pay attention to.

      I envied a classmate who used to go to England to visit is grandmother. I was all of 10 when I decided I would travel so many more places than he ever would. I still remember that promise, vow, to myself.

      I never had any interest in flowers until I bought y house, and even, then, I didn’t plant more than a few. After I had the house redone, the garden looked sad, and I started planting. Every year I add more flowers. The garden looks lovely now, but I always think there are never enough.

      We all saw shapes in clouds. I can’t understand why you don’t see the man in the moon. He is always there.

      My files have some jug band music. I’m a fan.

    • katry Says:

      I do like this and them!!

  3. Hedley Says:

    I am deep in to planning. The Prince and 7 of his entourage will be watching The Jungle Book in 3D tomorrow morning – I have to pick up the tickets this evening to avoid any disappointments. Pumpas, Grandmas, parents and an Aunt and Uncle will all be in tow and I am thinking hot dogs will nicely finish off the event

    On the way to The Palace tonight for the Pistons against the odious Clevelanders and LeBong – should be a noisy evening in Auburn Hills

    The theories of cause of Prince’s demise run hot and heavy across the web. Other than morbid curiosity (guilty) it probably doesn’t matter.

    Meanwhile, the “fake” MDH now has a name and address, and is residing in Maryland. I am rocking with the local police department to see justice done….Very Perry Mason

    • Richard Says:

      Hedley …
      Whilst this may appear on its face to be a bit ‘drastic,’ it may give you a bit of a chuckle to imagine it as a possible course of action – it’s from ‘Pulp Fiction’ …

      “And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers.” …

      Just sayin’ …

    • katry Says:

      My Dear Hedley,
      It sounds like a great time. That’s a huge crowd going, and you can never go wrong with hot dogs. I’m sure the movie will be a hit.

      You have one heck of a weekend coming starting tonight.

      I have heard not suicide and no visible signs of trauma. They just eliminate and speculate.

      I wonder if the fake MDH has a lovely home, fancy car and servants.

      Nail the SOB!!

  4. im6 Says:

    Perfect for KTCC…

    • katry Says:

      This is perfect for KTCC-you are absolute right. I totally forgot he sang this song. I have it in my Joni file on the external hard-drive on a tribute to Joni album.

      He does it so beautifully.

  5. Bob Says:

    Watching airplanes come and go from the observation deck of the airport terminal was one of the many victims of 9/11. TSA fears that terrorists will launch surface to air missiles from the observation deck. 🙁 Flying used to be an exotic and expensive way to travel and passengers dressed up for the trip. Today air travel has become the replacement for the Greyhound bus.

    First thing in the morning I leave Toronto for home and I get to watch the clouds from above. Unfortunately, to get home before eight at night I am changing planes in Chicago. The weather in Toronto today started out with a little light rain and 50 degrees. By afternoon the sun came out with high temperature of 60 C with a nice breeze.

    • katry Says:

      When Logan was rebuilt and the quonset looking terminals were knocked down, the new airport never had an observation deck so there wasn’t a problem after 9/11, but I do understand being preemptive.

      The way people dress to fly mirrors the way they dress to go most anywhere. At the Cape Playhouse, we always dressed up to go. The tourists would come in shorts or tank tops. They didn’t know the dress code. Now few women wear dresses and no men wear jackets and ties. Society’s dress code has changed.

      We had the best day. It even reached 70˚. I had my windows opened, and it was wonderful.

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