“Begin each day as if it were on purpose.”

This morning I heard the first bird greeting the day. It was around 4 or 4:15 and still dark, but the bird knew. The sky started to lighten. I tried to go back to sleep. I couldn’t so I got of bed around 5. The papers weren’t even here. I decided to get coffee and a donut. I saw one truck at the red light. Dunkin Donuts was the only place open, but that was all I needed, two coffees and a butternut donut.

It’s a chilly morning. Even now at 8 it is only 55˚. The sun is shining, but the breeze is strong enough to rustle the leaves. I can even hear them.

I started watching The Gathering Storm. Winston Churchill is warning England about the rise of the Nazis. The plot also touches upon the relationship between Winston and his wife Clemmie. Albert Finney played Winston, but his acting reminded me many times of when he played Scrooge. He even looked and sounded like Scrooge. I kept waiting for him to say bah humbug.

I can hear Gracie snoring from her crate. Fern took her place on the couch so Gracie’s routine has been up-ended as has mine. I figure, though, we’ll both adjust.

My laundry finally got done. It is one of the chores I dislike. I think it is the folding and the hauling up two sets of stairs which puts me off.

I also watched Sergeant Preston of the Yukon on Grit. The picture was a bit weird looking as they had stretched the film to fit the screen. All the actors looked short and the trees stunted. King, the dog, looked elongated. It was winter in the Yukon.

The hot spot in Bolgatanga Ghana when I lived there was the Hotel D’Bull. Its outside walls were painted like the black and white body of a Holstein cow. Other than that, I have no idea as to the name. D’Bull doesn’t sound at all Ghanaian but sounds as if a Ghanaian thought it a wonderfully fancy name. It had an inside bar with air conditioning, but it was usually so full you couldn’t feel the cool air. That was called the cold room. The hotel had a huge courtyard in two parts. The upper part was where the bars were, the cold bar and the outside, windowed bar with tables and chairs. The lower part, a couple of steps down, was where they showed movies on the wall. I saw my first Bollywood movie there. It was subtitled, and I was amazed at all the singing and the glitter. The clothes were spectacular and colorful. The singing sounded odd to my ears with the jingle jangle of lyrics. I saw an old western there, one from the 30’s in black and white. I usually got the expensive seat, on the roof, a patio table with chairs. We usually ordered kabobs for dinner. The first time I ever ate liver was on that roof. It was one of the pieces of barbecued meat. The room were spartan but clean, all with their own bathrooms. They had ceiling fans, not AC.

When I went back, the building was still there but its name had changed. It is now the Black Star Hotel. The cold room has been removed and a small internet cafe has taken its place. The rooms are air-conditioned but still a bit shabby. I think they lost a lot when they painted over the cow.

I was just warned by the deputy chief of police not to be alarmed if I hear gunshots and bomb blasts. They are having a drill about a mile from here. It’s a good thing to have a warning.

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13 Comments on ““Begin each day as if it were on purpose.””

  1. Richard Says:

    O frabjous day! Calloo! Callay! The aneurysm cloud hath gone away! See? I have no problem stealing from the best of ’em.

    Doc was the provider of some great news yesterday – and also gave me a rather severe wrist-spank for stopping my statins without consulting her. Okay. I know. BAD! Bad patient! Bad! The good part is that this little thing is infrarenal, and that means it’s beneath the diaphragm and ribcage so if I need surgery, I won’t wake up to ribs that are wired together.

    The other nice thing is that it may be able to be stented the same way all my others have been placed, thru the femoral artery. I’m good with that. Fill me up with propofol and git t’ cuttin’.

    The meds have been changed up, and yes, the hard-headed little French / Irish / German boy will be The Good Patient and follow directions this time. The doc’s statement that, with lowered BP and proper monitoring, this could be one that never requires surgery. Yay!

    ‘The Gathering Storm’ is excellent. You’ll like it.

    Laundry is one of those things I approach as an ‘assembly-line’ process: Wash. Dry. Fold. Put Away. I start the process and don’t stop ’til completed. Makes it appear to go faster even tho’ it really doesn’t. I dislike clothes having been left in the dryer more than I dislike the necessity of completing all the steps.

    “This is only a drill. If this had been an actual emergency, you would have been given instructions on where to go until conditions were safe for your return.” Well, at least they gave you a heads-up. Otherwise there coulda been an outbreak of flying saucer reports or maybe an invasion or …

    Today’s Musical Moment is from the year 1962 when Mr Monte Norman sang his lovely lilting ditty in praise of all things mango as part of the musical track in ‘Dr No’ … and who don’t be rememberin’ dem some ‘Underneath the Mango Tree’ … ? And now, to begin …

    • katry Says:

      Richard,
      Huge congrats for the good news. As for stopping medication without telling the doctor, of course you would as she’d insist you keep on it if you mentioned it. This time you darn well better follow directions just as you said. The surgery is up to you.

      The Gathering Storm was excellent.

      I do laundry the same way though mine involves two flights of stairs: up from the cellar and then up to the bedroom.

      I never heard any bullets or blasts. Either they were very quiet or the drill didn’t happen. When I went by the road where it was supposed to be held, the town was repaving the road.

      Sean Connery was the best James Bond, and I loved this song. I also loved this movie. I remember it well as it was the first James Bond film. Great choice!

      • Richard Says:

        Best line of the movie:

        Bond: “Do you expect me to talk, Goldfinger?”

        GF: “No, Mr. Bond – I expect you to DIE!”

        Classic film dialogue unequaled ’til “I’ll be back!” …

    • Richard Says:

      Oops. Wrong movie. My bad.

  2. olof1 Says:

    We woke up at the same early hour today, it was Nova that woke me up and the birds were alreadu singing outside since we had had daylight for quite some time, the sun went up at 4:03 here and it is only dark for around three hours at night now.

    It was much colder here though, 27F something and some raspberry bushes had frost covered leafs. I can’t say I liked it but at least all the flies were calm 🙂

    I don’t have the channel which showed Bollywood movies, too bad. I can’t say I watched an entire film more than a few times but they are so different that I like them. I have actually seen one that was really good, Aladdin, but mostly I’ve just fascinated in how they manage toput in dance and song in the most odd places in the film 🙂 🙂

    Have a great day!

    Christer.

    • katry Says:

      Christer,
      The sky started to get light around five and it will stay light until around 8 or so. Right now it’s dark from the clouds. It is also cold.

      No frost until after the summer into the late fall. I’d hate frost now. I’m in a summer frame of mind.

      It’s so true about their ability to mix in the singing and the dancing into odd places. I remember a shower scene where the man was singing. It was quite elaborate music.

      Have a wonderful evening!

  3. Bob Says:

    Driving to work at seven I can open the sunroof and enjoy the low 70s temperatures. On the way home the AC is going full as the outside temperature is in the mid 90s.

    Why would they show Bollywood movies in Ghana? One doesn’t think about Indian culture in West Africa. BTW What did they serve in the Hotel resturaunts when you were there in the Peace Corps?

    Did Albert Finney say ‘Nawzies’ like Churchill did instead of Nazies. Even Mel Brooks made fun of Churchill’s pronunciation in the movie version of the Producers.

    Although, we won WWII, I still wonder where all those millions of people who were sig heiling that house painter disappeared. We couldn’t have killed all of them. 🙂 Hopefully, all of Trump’s supporters along with him will disappear on November 9th.

    • katry Says:

      Bob,
      It was in the 50’s when I woke up this morning. I don’t think it got warmer than the high 50’s or very low 60’s.

      They showed whatever movies happened along. I also saw a spaghetti western when they showed the first reel then the last reel then the middle. We knew the end before the end. I don’t know where those Bollywood movies came from They were the first I’d seen.

      When I was there the first time, 1969-1971, and stay in my town I ate tuber yams, which look like small logs. They have to be peeled, boiled and then pounded in a pestle until they form a smooth ball, That is put in the middle of the stew. Everyone uses their right hand to eat the food from the communal dish. Around town I’d buy onions and tomatoes, garden eggs (mini eggplants).We ate beef and chicken. Most of the smaller places served mostly Ghanaian food. In the big cities like Accra and Kumasi you can find Chinese, Thai, Lebanese, Kentucky Fried Chicken. Of all those foods I listed the only ones in my time were Lebanese and the one Chinese restaurant way out near the Russian Embassy. Chop Bars were small shacks with a couple of tables and some chairs. They serve only Ghanaian food. We also ate in them. When we traveled to Accra we did eat high off the hog as they say. On our recent trips we ate mostly Ghanaian food except in Accra.

      • Bob Says:

        What, no MacDonalds? Everywhere I go in the world I always find KFC, MacDonalds and Starbucks. My Canadian coworkers who vacation in Cuba are not that happy that they are moving towards normalization of relations with us because they fear that the charm of Havana frozen in time from 1959 will become just another tourist island filled with Hilton, Holiday Inn and Marriott hotels inter spaced with chain resturaunts like every other place.

    • katry Says:

      No McDonalds and sadly no Starbucks. Ghanaians don’t drink coffee.
      Cuba will have a way to go before the big chains move in.


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