“I think I’m nostalgic for a time I never experienced.”

Today is a lovely warm day. The sun is deep blue everywhere. The clouds have gone. I have a couple of errands so I’ll be out and about enjoying the day.

The longer I stay home, the less I want to go anywhere else. The groceries came yesterday. My fridge is filled with veggies and fruit. I also have more ground beef, my most versatile meal. I’ve made burgers, spaghetti sauce and meat loaf. I’ll branch out this time into other countries.

The last time I went out was the last I got dressed in my outdoor clothes. That was a week ago. Most other days I am dressed in cozy clothes.

My neighborhood has been dark. When I let Henry out last night, I noticed only one other house had a lit light, and it was an outdoor light. It wasn’t even that late, around ten.

My breakfast is usually coffee, two cups. I do eat eggs but mostly for dinner. I tend to have toast as a late night snack. If I am feeling particularly playful, I use cinnamon sugar.

When I was a kid, snacks were often crackers with peanut butter or even a peanut butter and marshmallow sandwich, a great hold it and ride your bike snack.

Oreos were supreme when I was a kid. Back then we just had the original, no double stuff. It was a primitive time.

Emily Dickinson would be on my guest list for dinner. She’d join Mark Twain, Amelia Earhart, P. T. Barnum, Louisa May Alcott and Abe Lincoln. The dinner conversation would be interesting. The dessert would be cake, a recipe from Emily.

If I could go back in time, I’d travel the world in a PanAm Clipper. I’d stop at all the continents except maybe Antarctica. I’d take a slew of pictures and watch out for butterflies.

Black Beauty was the saddest book I read as a kid. It made me cry. The books I loved were about Doctor Doolittle. I read them all. They made me wish I could talk to animals. I think Gracie would have been clever and funny. Henry is impatient, and I can only imagine him tapping his nails and whining while he waits. He’d tell me over and over how hungry he is. He’d drive me crazy.

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3 Comments on ““I think I’m nostalgic for a time I never experienced.””

  1. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    Pan Am has been dead since the 1990s and I don’t think they ever flew to Antarctica but they did circle the rest of the globe. The number of airlines that are now just memories out numbers what I can count on my fingers and my toes. The airline industry a cutthroat business in a deregulated world.

    Oreos are my favorite cookies by far. I don’t like to open them up nor dunk them in milk. I just love the mixture of the chocolate cookie with the phony cream filling in my mouth. I’ve always said, “Everything in life I liked was either illegal, immoral or fattening. I gave up illegal to become a pilot, I gave up immoral when I got married and now the only thing left is fattening”. 🙂

    My current breakfast is a package of Ritz Crackers with Peanut Butter. A package in my shirt pocket on the way to work to eat with my two cups of hot, black java is a delicious morning treat.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      I sort of excluded Antarctica. I haven’t any wish to visit.

      I flew PanAm several times. A couple of trips were to and from Africa while the rest were to and from Europe. I was a PanAm fan from way back. I am sorry it is no longer flying.

      Oreos come in so many different flavors now, but my favorite is the original though the Golden Oreos are a close second. I don’t dunk either but I like drinking hot coffee with my Oreos.

      Usually I have nothing with my coffee but once in a while I have English muffins.

      • Bob Says:

        Yes, Pan Am was the premier United States flag carrier along with TWA. Their demise was signed with the deregulation of the airline industry in 1978. Several other airlines began internation service and some at rock bottom fares which Pan Am couldn’t compete. It was a slow painful death that ended in the 1990s. Eventually the remnants of the once proud company founded by Juan Tripp was absorbed into Delta.


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