“God in His wisdom made the fly And then forgot to tell us why.”

Today is sunny with a breeze strong enough to drop more leaves. My grass and driveway have disappeared. After the yard had been cleared, it took only a day for them to be hidden again. My father would have spent a day like today raking and then burning the leaves.

I have had a few false starts this morning. I think my muse is still sleeping. First I wrote about today’s obituaries. The one of the woman described as loving to shop caught my eye. I wondered if she’d approve of that legacy. Then there was the man who bowled, his favorite pastime, and I wondered about my own obituary, but then I got stuck so I stopped, thought a bit then went on to another subject. Yearbooks were next. I always felt bad for the kids with nothing under their pictures. They spent four years of high school being phantoms. From there I jumped to still waters run deep, the classic description of the shy kid no one knew well. At that point I stopped and deleted what I’d written. It had led nowhere.

I then sat for the longest time letting my mind wander. Here’s where it went: I thought about pajamas with matching tops and bottoms. Mine were flannel in the winter and cotton in the summer. I remembered wearing them to the drive-in and having to put on my robe to go to the bathroom, about the only time I ever wore it. White canvas sneakers with pointed toes were fashionable when I was in high school. I thought they were uncomfortable as my toes didn’t have enough room, but I wore them anyway. Pain for beauty is what my mother used to say. We always kept a fly swatter in the house. I remember trying to perfect my technique. I had to be slow in aiming but quick in swatting. Now that I think about it, the fly swatter was pretty gross. It was never cleaned but kept hanging on a hook in the kitchen anyway. Even grosser than the swatters were those fly paper strips which hung from the ceiling. They spiraled like an odd decoration and were always covered in dead flies which had gotten stuck to the paper. Β They were mostly in stores up town. I never thought them strange or disgusting.

Well, look at this: despite the loss of my muse, I did manage to finish another entry in the Coffee saga.

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8 Comments on ““God in His wisdom made the fly And then forgot to tell us why.””

  1. Bob Cohen Says:

    Today is another gorgeous sunny day with mid seventies temperatures.

    Maybe we should all write our own obituary instead of hoping a loved one or worse a pissed off relative writes an unflattering or weird obituary. I wrote my father’s and I don’t think he would have liked it. I followed the advice of Jack Webb from the program “Dragnet”, “Just the facts”.

    I never thought that those students without a list of achievements under their picture as phantoms, just loaners. πŸ™‚ I only had one organization under my picture since I was not a joiner. I wonder how many of the kids with long lists of organizations below their pictures became successes and how many became homeless. πŸ™‚ I’ve never attended a high school reunion. We had over 1,100 graduates in 1965 and I only had three friends all of them males. I was a late bloomer with the opposite sex. πŸ™‚

    Because we had central air we didn’t have a fly swatter nor fly paper. The paper stuff is gross. πŸ™ Before there was monthly flea prevention medicine for our dogs we had flea boxes which attracted them into the box and they stuck to the inside and died.

    Regardless of your muse, you did it again and we are thankful.

    • katry Says:

      Thank you!!

      My sisters will probably write my obituary. I do trust them with my life or, in this case, my death.

      You could write anything you wanted under your picture in the yearbook. Kids who weren’t joiners could write a quote, a hope and even a dream. I think leaving it blank was leaving something left unsaid.

      I have attended many reunions. The latest, the 50th, was last year. I had a wonderful time. After all these years, everyone had mellowed. No one remembered who did what in high school. It was great fun.

      We just had the fly swatter. I remember seeing the fly paper in some stores including the fish market. We thought nothing of it back then. In Ghana people were more concerned with mosquitos than flies.

      • Bob Cohen Says:

        Our yearbook only contained the pictures of the graduating seniors and no one had any input to the text below the pictures.

        Flies obviously have a place in the great scheme of things in nature. I don’t know their purpose but evolution would have eliminated them a long time ago if they had no purpose.

      • katry Says:

        That’s too bad! Our yearbook allowed seniors to write whatever they wanted under their pictures. It was checked by staff but in those days the comments were innocent. There were large group pictures of the underclassmen.

  2. olof1 Says:

    We never wrote anything in our year books, there were only photos with our names and that was it. I have no idea if they’ve changed that now days but I know some schools have quit taking photos at all because the year books are so expensive, a bit sad I think.

    We have very few obituaries too to be honest and none is fun in any way πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ I have read a few American really funny ones though πŸ™‚

    I have actually taken down the last sticky fly paper that hung from the all and yes they are gross πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ Still they are the best fly catchers there is so I don’t look too often at them πŸ™‚ I rarely use the swatters though, I don’t know why but the dogs really dislike them and they look as if it is them I’m trying to hit πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

    Have a great day!


    • katry Says:

      Our yearbook had individual pictures plus pictures of all clubs and sports teams. It had pictures from proms and all the singular events. It was a chronicle.

      Each paper has obits. The Cape paper has only cape obituaries but the Boston papers have some from all over. I check hoping there is no one I know.

      I have an occasional fly except for that weird infestation. Usually I can kill them with a rolled magazine.

      Have a great day!!

  3. Rowen Says:

    Most excellent set today, plus the ultimate fly quote.

    • katry Says:

      Thanks, Rowen

      I don’t know why flies came to mind today, but it was fun hunting down the fly songs.

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