“On a lazy Saturday morning when you’re lying in bed, drifting in and out of sleep, there is a space where fantasy and reality become one.”

Today is lovely, warm and sunny. A bit of a chill is in the air, a spring morning chill. I’m glad I have errands today to get me out of the house. It is dump day. I miss my copilot Gracie who loved going to the dump. Henry is skeptical of anything which hints of the car. He hides when I get dressed which gives me a chuckle. He knows I’m going out. This morning he jumped on and off the bed then burrowed and found my face and arm to lick. I gave in and got up. What did I find on the floor? Insides from my new quilt. Henry had chewed the corner. I even found some downstairs so I know Henry roams at night.

What a storm we had last night. It was terrific. First it poured then came the thunder and lightning. I loved it. One bolt of lightning flashed in the sky by my den window and lit up the room. The thunder cracked over head. This was Henry’s first thunder storm. He barked thinking he could scare the thunder away. He stayed beside me for a bit then he fell asleep. He’s okay with thunder and lightning.

I think I have have caught the spring cleaning bug. In the last two days I have cleaned two cabinets. I threw away spices best used by 2015 and earlier. I tossed out some jellies and some cans of green chilies. I found a few things including a couple of bottles of vanilla extract and three mint extracts. I found the anise oil. That may propel me to make anise cookies, one of my favorites. My uncle used to make them and said not to use extract but rather use anise oil.

When I was a kid a day like today meant roaming the town. I was rich as I always got my 50¢ allowance on Fridays. Sometimes I’d buy Hostess cupcakes or snowballs and eat them as I walked, sustenance for the trek. Other times I’d buy a nickel candy bar. I had favorite walks like on the railroad tracks or to the dairy to watch the cows. I even went to the zoo a few times. I walked all over town. Only hunger drove me home.

Saturday has always been my favorite day.

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6 Comments on ““On a lazy Saturday morning when you’re lying in bed, drifting in and out of sleep, there is a space where fantasy and reality become one.””

  1. olof1 Says:

    A gloomy day over here but still not especially unpleasant. Tomorrow will be rainy and with a humidity at 100% most of the day. I’m pretty sure we won’t be outside for any longer period of time if the dogs decide 🙂 🙂

    Albin always get annoyed when we have a thunderstorm just because I won’t let him out so he can check what is making all those sounds 🙂 🙂 We once got caught in a thunderstorm when being out walking and he seemed to enjoy it very much 🙂

    I can’t say I’ve caught the spring cleaning bug but I have been thinking about that it soon is time to do it and that is close enough for me 🙂

    Have a great day!


    • katry Says:

      The day stayed lovely and ended with a beautiful sunset. It will start to get cold for the next few days (not really cold but seasonal, the 40’s).

      Henry doesn’t mind the rain, but I don’t think he wanted out doing the thunder and lightening. He now waits for me to turn on the outside light. I had white Christmas type lights on the fence, but they died. I’ll have to get more.

      Today I dod all my errands, especially getting the ingredients for tomorrow’s dinner: corned beef and cabbage.

      Have a great day!

  2. Bob Cohen Says:

    Hi Kat,

    Spring for me means doing the taxes. As I enter the numbers into TurboTax I’m discovering that Trump and the Republicans in Congress didn’t kiss us before they f…ked us with the largest tax cut in history in 2017. 🙁 It’s nice to know that Amazon paid no Federal Taxes in 2018 and the 1% at the top got their marginal tax rate reduced while the rest of us are paying for it, Early reports of filers getting lower tax refunds than last year are not even close to what I’m discovering as a working recipient of Social Security. 🙁 I’m so discouraged I’m not going to finish until I get closer to April 15th and have to write a big check.

    Today is the big St. Patrick day parade in Dallas and I’m staying far away from those reveliers who probably will drink too much green beer. Is St. Patrick still a saint? I thought he was defrocked awhile ago. I was surprised to learn on the cooking channel that corned beef and cabbage is an Irish American invention. The Irish in the old country ate pork and cabbage. When the early Irish settlers came to NY and Boston they discovered corn beef, from the Kosher delicatessens, which was less expensive than pork and substituted corn beef. Therefore, the Irish/Jewish American tradition of eating corn beef and cabbage on St. Patrick’s Day.

    Tomorrow is the 17th anniversary of my father’s passing. The only thing I don’t miss was his perpensity to argue with me about everything. My 22 year old son claims the same about me.

    Another gorgeous day with clear skies and temperatures in the low 60s.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      I also use Turbo Tax, but I know I won’t get a huge return. Its has only been 3 or 4 hundred dollars the last few years. Now I expect even less with the tax cut. I only have my retirement, not social security.

      I got all my ingredients for corned beef and cabbage for tomorrow. We call it a New England boiled dinner here, and we used to have it a couple of times each winter.

      St. Patrick is still with us. St. Christopher, among others, is gone. It is not defrocking but demoting. Defrocking is more for priests removed from the priesthood. Several saints were struck off the liturgical calendar because there was no real proof of sainthood.

      I’m glad the Irish discovered corned beef in a Kosher Deli.

      The 12th was the 26th anniversary of my dad’s passing. He is missed by all of us. He was a great dad. He and I were poles apart in our politics, but we learned to stay near of any discussions.

      Have a great Sunday!

      • Bob Cohen Says:

        Glad to hear St. Pat is still around. If not what would they call that huge church on 5th Avenue in NYC, Ex St. Patrick or Former St. Patrick. 🙂 Even if St. Jude is not a saint any longer we can all thank Danny Thomas for establishing that children’s hospital in Memphis that bears that saint’s name. If he were Jewish his name would be on the building. 🙂

        My dad would argue with a stone.

      • katry Says:

        My father argued with me then we called a truce and never brought up politics again.

        St. Nicholas, sadly, is gone, but we still have Christmas. St. Jude is the saint of the impossible, of lost causes.

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