“After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.”

The doors and windows are open. Today is icy compared to the last couple of days. It is only 81˚, the projected high. The low will be 69˚. A thunder storm is predicted, but I’m a bit skeptical as the air is still, the sky mostly blue and the sun is shining.

Henry and Jack seem to have found an acceptable middle. The cat still hisses at Henry who just steps back and holds his ground. Last night the cat jumped on my bed but jumped right off when he saw Henry. When I woke up, both were still asleep on my bed. Henry was in his usual spot, anywhere he wants, and Jack was sleeping on the pillow beside me. When they both got up, they stood in the hall waiting for me. They sniffed noses. Neither one seemed threatened. Now the problem is poor Gwen who is still hiding under the bed.

When I was a kid, we had a dog, Duke. He was the king of the house. Duke wasn’t allowed on furniture, but he didn’t care. He slept on the couch every night but jumped off in the morning so he wasn’t ever caught. When he was old, he slept on the rug in my room. He was a noisy old dog. We got a kitten when Duke was around eleven or twelve. Duke had been notorious and neighbors complained about him chasing their cats so we worried. We didn’t have to. Duke adopted the cat and was his protector. One time dogs had surrounded the cat, but Duke jumped in and stood in front of the cat and bared his teeth and growled. The dogs left. Duke had put one over on them. They hadn’t noticed his grey muzzle.

I know the songs from my mother’s generation including the war songs. She played them on her hi-fi and, later, on her cassette player and sang along. I think my generation is the last to have a familiarity with those songs, the last to sing along. My sister has passed our songs to her children. One Christmas my nephew wanted Dylan and a couple more I’ve forgotten; I think maybe Creedence was one. His son, nearing thirteen, doesn’t know those songs. He has his own playlist. That sort of makes me sad in a way. The songs are too good to be forgotten.

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7 Comments on ““After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.””

  1. Bob Cohen Says:

    Hi Kat,

    When I went to live with my aunt and uncle in NYC at 13, they had a dog named Sandy. They acquired him when my aunt went to the milk box on the front porch one winter day and found a puppy on the porch. He was really my cousin’s dog. The vet said he thought Sandy was a mixed spitz.

    Unfortunately, the songs of each generation fade away with their admirers. Do we baby boomers know the songs that were popular in WWI? My kids like the Beatles and my daughter likes pop, but my son likes weird music that to me sounds like noise.

    A cold front is approaching and tomorrow’s high might be in the high 80s. Today just more hot and humid.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      My parents had one more dog after Duke, Beebe. She was the sweetest dog. All of us have pets. My nephews have dogs, and my two sisters have cats. One used to have a dog but he passed away. Luckie was a great dog.

      I know WWII songs because of my mother. She was born after WWI so I don’t think she knew many. Her parents were not sing around the house sorts. My sister has gone to many concerts at Red Rock. Most have been groups from our and her era. Her kids were lucky to hear such great groups because of my sister.

      The sun has disappeared. It is dark and still. I believe now the rain is coming.

  2. olof1 Says:

    A just enough warm day over here, a bit too much clouds perhaps but it really didn’t matter. They push the day when the heatwave will hit us further and further away, this morning it was Wednesday but now when I looked at the tv forecast they say Thursday, I wouldn’t mind if it didn’t arrive at all, last summers heat is still clear in my mind 🙂 🙂

    It’s fun with dogs, nor age neither size has to do with what dog rules the area. Quite often chihuahuas are the leaders of the dogs even if most of the other dogs could swallow them whole 🙂 🙂 Duke was the king and stayed that way.

    The war time music was still played a lot on the radio when I grew up so Istill remember those songs clearly, perhaps they stayed popular longer here just because the war had ravaged the continent. We can actually hear them fairly often on the radio still, the PBS channels which are the biggest in the country.

    I’ve just ordered an electric toilet, I must change to that since the system I have isn’t seen as ok. It’ll only cost me around $ 3557 US and I have already bought a filter for the washing, shower and dishwater for $ 1100 US. It is nice to know where my money goes to 🙂 🙂 🙂

    Have a great day!


    • katry Says:

      You’ll remember where your money goes every time you go to the bathroom. I don’t know anything about electric toilets. What happens if the electricity goes out? The thunder started around 2 and then came the rain. Right now it is still dark.

      Henry has a few behaviors which bother me. When someone comes to the door, he becomes crazy. I have to hold him so he doesn’t run out. He makes me afraid he’ll bite the person. I’m going to have to lock him out if someone comes in like the refrigerator repair man. He doesn’t scare me personally but at the door he bares his teeth.

      Rock and roll played on the radio when I was growing up. I listened to that while my mother listened to the radio stations which played her songs.

      Have a wonderful evening!!

      • olof1 Says:

        If the electrictricity goes it just stops and continues to do what it was doing as soon as the electricity starts and there’s no smell coming from it during that time either.

  3. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    I know some war era songs because my father would play his jazz and swing records a lot. I had some favorites; Andrews Sisters doing Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy, Glen Miller’s Sentimental Journey, and Benny Goodman’s Sing, Sing, Sing with Gene Krupa on drums. I don’t know if they are exactly WWII era songs. I tend to lump them all into that time period.

    It’s great to read that Henry and Jack have reached an entente. Poor Gwen. I hope she decides to come out from under the bed soon.

    It’s cooler up this way, too, but the cool breeze is not blowing in a direction that brings it into my house so the fans are still running.

    Enjoy the evening.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      I think those are WWII songs and were also some of the ones my mother liked. The only one I don’t remember is Sing, Sing, Sing.

      I’m with you in hoping Gwen comes out. Jack has trained Henry in a way and has made it easier for Gwen should she decide to join us. I can see that Henry is getting more comfortable with the cat who is down almost all day now. He sprawls on the food. He’s one giant cat.

      The thunder came first then the rain.It has stopped and bee replaced by sunlight.There is even a breeze, and the humidity is so much lower.

      Have a great night!!

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