“Calvin: Medically speaking:. That’s love?!?….. Hobbes: Heck, that happened to me once, but I figured it was cooties!!”

Noon has come and gone. I have been taking my time this morning. I haven’t even read the Cape paper yet, but I know everything in the Globe. When I went to get the papers, I bent over and realized I was getting too much air. Yup, the seam was already split in the back of my pants. It’s a good thing the only neighbors always have their blinds down. Speaking of blinds, I think the house across the street is haunted by a malevolent spirit. Herb and Joanne lived there from the start. They always kept the blinds down. When Herb and Joanne left for care facilities, the new neighbors who bought the house moved in quickly. They keep the blinds down. They let the front lawn die even though they have a sit down mower better for the back forty than a dead front lawn. They don’t speak. They don’t even wave. I’m going to be on alert, but I will posit a second theory here. Perhaps they are avoiding me.

Today is a beautiful fall day, warm and sunny. I have to go out so I’ll add the dump to my list of errands. I’ve already brought some of the trash to the car.

When I was a kid, we always watched Huntley and Brinkley on election night. Sometimes guessing the winner was over quickly; other times it was laborious. I can still see the set in my mind’s eye. Each state had its own posted card which listed votes and their breakdowns by party. Human hands kept updating the results, and Huntley and Brinkley kept track for us until it was comfortable enough to call for one candidate or the other. That took time.

We used to make cootie catchers with paper. In the beginning. there might have been cooties which necessitated the catchers, but I never saw one. I always thought cooties were like fleas, too tiny to see, and we all knew having cooties was a social disaster. The cootie catcher is folded and moves horizontally and vertically just by moving your fingers. The cootie catcher-cootie maker wrote whatever she wanted on all the flaps. The final flaps told the story. Cooties or no cooties?

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8 Comments on ““Calvin: Medically speaking:. That’s love?!?….. Hobbes: Heck, that happened to me once, but I figured it was cooties!!””

  1. Christer. Says:

    I guess it might be a good idea to have a wooden stick and some silver bullets ready 🙂 🙂 Well I guess You would be safe by just eating loads of garlic 🙂 🙂

    I can’t remember what we call those cootie catchers over here. We all made them as kids of course but my memory doesn’t help me a bit 🙂 🙂

    Warmish, windy and lots of rain over here, don’t mind at all since the dogs refused to take a walk 🙂 🙂

    Have a great day!


    • katry Says:

      Funny, but I got a grocery order today, and I had ordered garlic. Maybe my craft for tomorrow will be to fashion it into a necklace.

      I wonder if kids today even know what a cootie is. I think it dates even further back than my childhood.

      Great day all day today with a high of 68˚.

      Enjoy your day!!

  2. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    Today I’m working from home and I took a break so that my daughter and I could vote early. It was a piece of cake, we didn’t have to wait at all. In Texas you can’t vote a straight party ticket but have to go through all the candidates. This was done by the last legislature. Their reasoning was to give more exposure to down ballot candidates. The real reason was to slow down the process which would lengthen the lines and discourage many people from voting on Election Day. Republicans realize that smaller voter turnout favors them. I don’t vote for any candidates that run unopposed. They’re going to win anyway so why would we want to encourage them. 🙁

    When I was a kid we watched Walter Cronkite on Election night. According to LBJ he was the most trusted man in America. I will never forget his face on November 22, 1963, when he took off his reading glasses, looked into the camera and announced that President Kennedy was dead. I could see the tears welling up in his eyes.

    We’ve been in the new house nearly three months and haven’t met any of our neighbors. I think it’s because of the pandemic. Our neighbor on one side argues with his wife out front on a regular basis. She argues about where he puts the sprinkler or he argues that he knows how to clean a bike. However if any of the neighbors are outside they will wave when we drive by.

    Today is a partly cloudy breezy day with temperatures in the low 80s.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      I voted early the last election. It was in the small room of the town hall, and there were only 6 voting slots. Nobody else was there besides me. I bet it is different this year. Early voting here started last week.

      I remember watching Walter Cronkite when he announced the death of President Kennedy. I can still see him taking off his glasses and wiping his eyes.

      There was no pandemic when my new neighbors moved in. They mustn’t be too neighborly, but, for me, even the friends I used to see all the time, movie and game nights mostly, I have seen only 3 times since March. I guess they’re nervous.

      Great day today., I was happy doing errands.

    • Christer. Says:

      Even over here on this side of the ocean we knew that if Walter Croncite said anything we could trust it!

      • katry Says:

        We felt the same way here. We all loved Walter. He was the most trusted newscaster of them all.

  3. Birgit Says:

    We call this paper game ‘heaven and hell’. Either you got an advice or you got a number and the highest number won. Another variation among girls were boys names.
    Currently we’re inmidst a second corona wave with high counts especially in crowded regions like the one where I live. I’m still careful.

    • katry Says:

      Some are claiming we are in the third wave but the mid-west is only in a second wave. Most states now have upswings of cases. This isn’t even close to being controlled though Trump says the vaccine is right around the corner.

      I think the maker of the paper game got to mark the folds however he or she wanted. Cooties were big when I was young.

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