“The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls…”

Nala woke me up about 6:30. I let her and Henry out and went to join them. I turned around immediately. It was actually cold. It is warmer now, 72หš, the high for the day. The bright sun is framed in a cloudy sky. Tonight will get down to the 50’s. I may have to wear a sweatshirt again.

I am still grossed out. Last night I found what I thought was a scab in my hair. I pulled it out. It was a tick, a tick!! I scratched again and found another one. I smashed them both. The smash was far more satisfying than tossing them into the toilet. I always check both dogs. They have had no ticks. I have had three, the most I can ever remember.

The dogs are driving me crazy. They play with each other on my bed, on the couch, in the hall and even in the bathroom. They are now on the couch beside me, both of them playing with mouths open. Their heads are wet.

Nala loves the dog door. She goes in and out several times a day. I know Henry could come in if he chose. He pushes the dog door with his nose so I know he is ready to come inside. I have tried ignoring him. He just keeps whacking the door. I get up and open it.

When I was a kid, buses stopped in the square usually in front of the movie theater. I used to take a bus to the skating rink along the Fells. It was fancy compared to my other skating spots, the swamp and Recreation Park. I remember the bus stop at the hospital in front of an old stone house with a porch. Student nurses lived there. Sometimes one or two would be waiting for the bus. They wore white uniforms and square hats. Other times I took the bus to Sullivan Square. I remember the big staircase. We used to go upstairs to board the subway trains. The buses were on the lower level as was a kiosk which sold newspapers, magazines and candy. I remember standing on the platform watching a train arrive. My mother kept telling me to move back from the track. I kept trying to watch the train’s arrival. It came into the station with a whoosh and a breeze. To go inside, I always jumped over the small gap between the train and the platform. Once inside, I knelt on the seat to look out the window. I loved seeing the city. It was the start of my love affair with Boston.

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4 Comments on ““The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls…””

  1. Christer. Says:

    Henry has trained You well ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚

    We have much the same weather here today as we’ve had since it started to be warmer. Around 68F and mostly sunshine, I love it ๐Ÿ™‚

    I don’t have a dog door but even if the kitchen door is open all the time Albin still insists on going in or out the entrance door. When I refuse to open it he sighs heavily and walks to the sofa instead ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚

    Have a great day!

    Christer.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Christer,
      HaHa, yes indeed. Henry has trained me well. With my other dos I spent time teaching them to come inside using the door. I didn’t push it with Henry because he was so skittish and fearful. I know he can come in the door because he does if a delivery comes. He races inside.

      Dogs do get peculiar about somethings!

      It feels cold right now. The cold air is from the north. I shut my windows here in the den. It will be a great night for sleeping.

      Enjoy your evening!

  2. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    Your dogs are just like my children. One is fun and two or more is work. ๐Ÿ™‚ Today the sun came out and we topped out at 89ยฐ. When I came home my wife and my daughter were in the pool. The humidity was sky high and made the temperature feel closer to 100ยฐ.

    When I was a little kid, maybe five or six, in NYC I used to accompany my dad on the train from Brooklyn to Manhattan. I liked to sit on my fatherโ€™s knee at the front window of the train right next to the driverโ€™s cab and pretend that I was driving. The train started out as elevated tracks above the street. After we traversed the East River on the Williamsburg Bridge, the train would dive down into the sunway tunnel as it entered Manhattan. There arenโ€™t any elevated trains in Manhattan. Since I hadnโ€™t flown yet at that age I wanted to grow up to be a train engineer or a cowboy. ๐Ÿ™‚

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      The good thing with having two dogs is they entertain each other, and Henry gets more socialized with dogs. Now if I start having company, he’ll start to enjoy people.

      It stayed cool all day. Right now my windows are closed. as cool has become chilly.

      The elevated tracks are gone from here now. They were victims of the big dig, but they were not attractive so the area has been improved. There are also tunnels. I loved watching the train in the tunnels.

      When I was really young, my mother always told us if we got separated we had to get off at the next station and wait. Luckily we never got separated,


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