“If it could only be like this always — always summer, always alone, the fruit always ripe…”

The string of wonderful weather continues. Today is simply gorgeous with a bright sun, a deep blue sky and a temperature cooler and more comfortable than the last few days. Henry woke me up at 4:30 to let him out. Usually I stand on the deck watching him, but this morning I went right back inside the house. It was downright chilly outside.

I have a new summer record. I have been dressed and out of the house three days in a row. Today and tomorrow will add to that record, one which will stand for a long while as I am prone to staying home in my comfy clothes, book in hand and cold drink at the ready. In winter the only change is a hot drink at the ready.

When I was a kid, the summer seemed endless. The days stretched ahead of me waiting to be filled with all sorts of adventures. I went to the library often. I’d ride my bike. I was allowed five books, and I always chose five books. I remember they’d bounce in my bike basket if I went over a bump and every now and then one fell out.

Santoro’s Subs was my favorite place to buy a sub. It was small, and on one side had only a counter against the wall and a few stools if you ate in. On the other side was the glass case with all the sub fillings, and where Mr. Santoro stood taking orders. The shop had an aroma of pickles and hot peppers. Usually I had only enough money for a small sub, and I’d take it to go. It was an Italian sub with pickles, onions and hot pepper.

If I even need to teach the meaning of irony, I have a perfect Henry story. He is prone to pulling the stuffing out of his toys and chewing on what he shouldn’t, like book bindings. After I had found clumps of white down on my bedroom floor, I went right to my  comforter and found it had holes, ragged holes indicative of chewing. I recognized the Henry touch as he had already eaten holes in my beautiful quilt and my around the house cozy pants. I sewed three of the smaller holes right then and left the large hole. The other day I found more down. I was half-changed from my outside to my inside clothes when I decided to sew that big hole. I sat there stitching. Henry was with me and was lying on the bed. My cozy pants were hanging over the end of the bed. After sewing, I grabbed my pants to finish dressing. They felt wet around the waist. I got one leg in and then noticed a large hole had been chewed in the pants. While I was mending the comforter, Henry must have gotten bored and started chewing. I was totally focused on my mending and didn’t notice Henry. To employ a bit of slang, the pants are toast.

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6 Comments on ““If it could only be like this always — always summer, always alone, the fruit always ripe…””

  1. olof1 Says:

    I know I shouldn’t laugh about the pants but I must admit that I did 🙂 You really need to get a stop of this chewing, easier said than done because Two days ago Albin took one of my old shoes and chewed off half the sole 🙂 🙂

    Hot here again today and even Albin seems to think it is quite ok to do absolutely nothing 🙂 Ok he’s complaining but really doesn’t want to do anything when we go outside into the garden.

    I can’t remember when we were able to buy something like a Sub here. To be honest, they usually only sold sandwiches in restaurants and those weren’t cheap. Well cafés sold rolls with cheese and a slice of pepper but that was it 🙂 🙂 When they finally started to sell sub like things it was in the french style with slices of ham and different blue cheese or Camembert or Brie and pretty expensive too. Now they sell subs everywhere though.

    Have a great day!

    Christer.

    • katry Says:

      Christer,
      You certainly can laugh. You have Albin so you know what puppies do. Shauna, one of my boxers, only chewed my mother’s slippers and shoes. I thought it funny. My mother did not.

      The day stayed beautiful, and the night will be cool and good for sleeping.

      You can buy subs all over. There are sandwich shops which sell subs and wraps. Even some delis sell subs. It is an iconic sandwich around here. I usually have them for my guests on movie nights.

      Have a wonderful day!

  2. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    I think I got the same sub at Santoro’s. It looked the same inside as well. It could almost have been the same shop except mine was downtown Wakefield. It was the last one left and it closed a couple of years ago. Someone bought the sign but I don’t know what they plan to do with it.

    I, too, have to laugh at Henry. My old dog Tegan was a dedicated chewer of inappropriate things. She gave up most of the more outrageous things after she was a year old but before that she was legendary. My mother’s shoes and flip flops were specially targeted. Tegan only chewed one of each pair. She chewed my jeans and underpants as well. She also like to chew furniture, floors, baseboards and any object that offended her on general principals. By comparison, Rocky and Piki Dog have been practically saintly in that department. May Henry grow out of this phase quickly.

    Today’s weather is good. Not as cool as yesterday but still open windows and doors cool. I’m happy.

    Enjoy the day.

  3. katry Says:

    Hi Caryn,
    I remember going to a pizza/sub shop in Wakefield. I don’t remember its name but is was on Main Street. The subs were good, great bread!

    Shauna, one of my boxers, chewed my mother’s slippers and sandals. My poor mother wanted to know why she was the target. I had no answer. Henry eats so many things.He threw up yesterday and there were a few hard, black somethings. I couldn’t figure out what they were.

    Henry lies on the couch and chews a cook book’s binding. He also gnawed on a floor board in the guest room. I have to keep my eyes on Henry. I also hope he grows out of this.

    It was cooler down here, a lot ely day. It will be a great night for sleeping.

    Have a great day!

  4. Bob Says:

    Now you know that Henry feels completely at home. 🙂

    When I was teen in NYC every Italian delis made fabulous ‘hero’ sandwiches. They were called a hero because to eat one by yourself made you a hero. I liked the hot ones made with meatballs, or sausage, or eggplant, or veal with melted cheese on top. The problem with those sandwiches here is that they can’t get the bread correctly. The crust on the rolls here are soft and have no bite.

    Today we had brief scattered thunderstorms. We need the rain badly.

    • katry Says:

      Bob,
      He is back and forth. One day he loves me, but the next day he runs away from me.

      Some places have great bread, usually the smaller shops. I alternate between hot and cold subs. I like chicken parm. cheeseburger and sausage. Italian is my favorite cold sub.

      It is chilly now. The air is coming in behind me, and my arms are cold.


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