“There are only three forms of high art: the symphony, the illustrated children’s book and the board game.”

Last night got cooler around midnight, down to 71˚, but the humidity hung around. For late afternoon today a thunderstorm is predicted. We haven’t had rain for a while so the storm is welcome. I love the rumble of thunder and the flashes of lightning. I remember when I was a kid I used to watch out the window hoping to see jagged lightning across the sky. I’d count the seconds between the lightning and the thunder, five seconds a mile. Storms never scared me. The more tremendous the storm the better I liked it. That hasn’t changed. I still wow at thunder and lightning.

When I was a kid, my family played games together. The games we played the most when I was little are Go to the Head of the Class and Candy Land. I still have our old Go to the Head of the Class game. The booklet is yellow, but the pieces are intact. My brother always wanted to be Cowboy Joe. I was Bonnie. The favorite of all which even followed me into adulthood is Sorry. I introduced it to my friends. They love and hate the game. Nothing is worse than being close to winning and have your opponent get a Sorry card and happily knocked you back to start. Cursing is an appropriate response.

My friends are coming to dinner on Thursday. It has been so long since I last saw them I told them to wear flowers in their hair. I will plan the menu today and shop tomorrow. For myself, I don’t cook so much. I eat fruit or crackers and cheese, a sandwich or hot dogs, my most elaborate meals of late. If I am feeling especially energetic, I toast the rolls and add cheese.

When I was a kid, my favorite lunch meat was bologna. I’d cut it from the roll, add chopped hot peppers and slather it with mustard, the old stand by yellow mustard. The bread was always soft and squishy. Sometimes the pepper juice leaked through the middle of the sandwich. That just made it tastier.

The high today is 82˚, the current temperature. The low will be 58˚. I can hardly wait to feel cold.

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4 Comments on ““There are only three forms of high art: the symphony, the illustrated children’s book and the board game.””

  1. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    The cold front came through yesterday and today the sky is cloudy and the high temperature is 84°. Of course it’s only a short respite from the usual fierce summer heat.

    Having company over for dinner is a major step in the right direction for the return to the new normal. We still won’t have anyone over without wearing a mask and only workers.

    When I was a little kid I was frightened by thunderstorms. Now as a big kid I’m frightened of the super cell variety that bring tornadoes, torrential rain and large hail. Those are the ones I fear while I’m on the ground. Living through a tornado was a life changing experience I don’t want to repeat.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      It is raining right now and has been for over an hour. It is already down to 64˚ but the humidity is awful. I have the window behind me opened, and a chilly wind is coming in. I love it.

      I figure if we are all vaccinated it is time to get together again. Aside from keeping ourselves Covid free, the vaccinations give us the opportunity to get back to normalcy. I have been taking uke lessons now for a while mask free.

      We seldom have hail. I can’t even remember the last time. It is the same with tornadoes. There was one here on the Cape a few years ago, but it only destroyed a few empty motels. We were lucky.

      I can’t ever remember being afraid of thunderstorms.I don’t think any of my sisters were either. In Ghana, they were tremendous, and I loved when the rainy season started.

      • Bob Says:

        I always knew that mobile homes were tornado beacons, but abandoned motels may be stronger beacons. 🙂

      • katry Says:

        It was actually only partly abandoned. The roof was torn off, but I’m not sure how much damage was done in the area.

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