“Then plough deep while sluggards sleep, and you shall have corn to sell and to keep.”

Last night it rained. I only know because everything is still wet. Today is cloudy, damp and humid. The sky feels close. Nothing is moving. Rain is predicted.

Yesterday I got everything I need for deck cleanup. The man at the hardware store was like my private shopper. He took me to each aisle and made suggestions as to what was best for the job at hand. The deck chairs won’t get cleaned today. I want a nicer day.

The new members of my family will be here on Thursday night. I’m going to my aunt’s wake and will collect my new kitties after it. Yesterday I bought food, litter and treats. I’ve warned Henry, but he doesn’t seem to care. He’s upstairs having his morning nap.

When I was a kid, Duke, our boxer, was not allowed on the furniture, but he sometimes slept on the couch at night, and my father never caught him. Duke was a smart dog and knew to jump off the couch when he heard footsteps on the stairs. Henry sleeps on the couch here in the den and on my bed at night. He is not allowed on the living room couch, and he knows it. That’s his only restriction.

When I was young, and we had a barbecue, the meat was always hot dogs and burgers, a cheeseburger if we so desired. There were chips and corn on the cob. When I was older and I visited in the summer, Saturday was barbecue night. We had a variety of meat sometimes including steak tips, Chinese sausages, chicken or pork tenderloin. If homegrown tomatoes were in season, we had a plate of cut tomatoes with a blob of mayonnaise on the side. My mother made potato salad. We still had chips and sometimes corn on the cob. I remember being amazed at my father eating his corn. He was like a typewriter, side to side row by row. He was fast. He stripped the ear even to the kernels close to the end. I love corn on the cob with butter and pepper. I eat row by row but not as quickly as my father did. I can’t leave behind a stray kernel. I guess that makes me sort of a vegetable neat freak.

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2 Comments on ““Then plough deep while sluggards sleep, and you shall have corn to sell and to keep.””

  1. Pat Donahue Says:

    I remember ur cat that would sit high up in the corner of the ceiling(there must have been a ledge) she or he would be watching like a lion ready to spring at u, but never did

    • katry Says:

      Pat,
      I think that might have been Max. She was almost as big as a lion. She must have just wanted to keep you in line!!


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