“Can’t you shut that dog up?” The boy gave me a pitying look. “Not really,” he said. “Vlad’s a believer in free speech.”
Last night it poured. I could hear the rain hitting the roof. Henry went out anyway. He doesn’t seem to mind rain.
I never did go to the dump. The rain came. I did do my laundry. One load is still in the dryer. I’ll get it later. All the clothes are parts of my quarantine wardrobe: t-shirts, sweatshirts and flannel pants. None of the dirty clothes were for outside. I washed three sets of sheets. I hated folding them even though I had looked up on YouTube how to fold a fitted sheet. I watched twice. I failed miserably.
When I was a kid, I never noticed my mother cleaning or doing laundry except in the summer when I was home from school. During the rest of the year, she did all the house stuff while I was in school. She didn’t drive until we lived on the cape so she either walked or stayed home. I remember her pushing a carriage uptown. Not driving was common. Most of the neighborhood mothers didn’t drive. My mother eventually learned, and we became a two car family.
My mother had an eclectic collection of silverware and unlatching plates. The only plates which matched were Melmac with sheaves of wheat as decorations. Those plates lasted forever. I have bought a few items which are exactly like ones my mother had. She was with me when I found the tulip nesting bowls. There are three of them. My mother’s held mash potatoes and green beans and appeared every Sunday on the table at dinner. Mine are on the fridge top and are rarely used. I have a pitcher and six glasses of red-ware. My mother had some plates. I bought the pitcher at an antique store and the glasses were a Christmas gift. I don’t know what happened to my mother’s plates.
Both cats are upstairs sleeping. Henry is down here with me and is barking incessantly. When I tell him to stop, he runs from the living room to the den doorway and gives me a look, a sort of incredulous look at my having dared to quiet him down then he goes back to the door and his barking.
I’m going out later. I have to go to the post office. I’m wondering how that will work. I need to buy padded envelopes to send Easter to Colorado. I’m also going to stop at Dunkin’. I’m craving a Boston Cream Donut.
I found out Henry is barking with a purpose. There are trucks on the street in front of my neighbor’s house and one behind his house. I also saw a small front end loader digging a hole in the back. I almost barked. It is the most interesting thing I’ve seen in a couple of weeks.
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March 30, 2020 at 2:53 pm
Hi Kat,
Henry is a handsome boy.
My mother, born 1920, learned to drive in her early 20’s. She had a car before my father did. But since the car went to work with my father, we usually walked everywhere during the week. She would put my youngest brother in the stroller and my middle brother and I were supposed to walk on either side of the stroller and hold on to the edge. I don’t remember us being disobedient about that probably because if we had been, we wouldn’t get a piece of pizza at Frank’s bakery.
I’ve done not much today except walk the dogs around the neighborhood or the yard. In between that I spent time on the computer trying to schedule a grocery delivery. Impossible. I give up. Maybe tomorrow.
It’s cold and drippy up here. The dogs are glued to me as we all sit on the couch basking in the warmth of each other, I guess.
Enjoy the day.
March 30, 2020 at 9:15 pm
HI Caryn,
He is a handsome boy. Things seem to be coming together for him. The one thing is he doesn’t like being patted when he is on the couch unless he starts it. He sits with his back to me so I can pat him.
I remember walking with my mother and also holding on to the carriage. My mother didn’t have a stroller. It was a big carriage.
I love pizza from the bakery. There are none down here which sell it. I used to get it at the Italian bakery in Stoneham when I visited my parents.
I did do an errand today and got coffee and a donut at Dunkin’. I was surprised how many cars were on the road.
Staying home is no hardship for me.
March 30, 2020 at 7:19 pm
Hi Kat,
WOW! A Boston Cream donut. 🙂 Since going to the GI doctor a few weeks ago, my spouse is watching my diet and tries to keep me away from any really delicious food. Working at home doesn’t allow me the opportunity to sneak candy or eat bacon in the morning. Last night I dreamed about an Arby’s BLT sandwich that I only saw on TV. I’m sure if I ordered one I would be disappointed.
I think everyone had Melmac plastic dishes in the 1950s. Plastic was the miracle products of the 20th century. Remember the advice given to Dustin Hoffman in the movie, “The Graduate”, “Plastics”.
Today the police in Tampa arrested Dr. Rodney Howard-Brown paster of the Tampa Rivers Church for violating the local ordinance against mass gathering for holding services on Sunday. My advice is “In Science We Trust, All Other’s Pay Cash”. 🙂 Wasn’t he the founder of the, “First Church of the Gooey Death and Discount House of Worship” In Del Rio, Texas? No that was the radio host, Don Imus.
Yet another day of working at home. Rainy and chilly.
March 30, 2020 at 9:32 pm
Hi Bob,
I needed that donut. My soul needed that donut. I also ordered a lemon, but no lemon. They don’t carry then anymore. I got a jelly. Well, I gave her my money, and she gave me a bag of donuts. She said she put in extras. There were six donuts in the bag. I ate two: the original two I ordered. I saved the res.
I think families with kids were thrilled to have plastic plates. They lasted forever. Glass plates’ lives were numbered.
I saw the story of his arrest on the news. He can choose to put himself at risk, but it is unconscionable he put others at risk in the name of God.
Now you have another whole month to go crazy at home.