“There’s not much you can do with a ukulele that doesn’t sound happy.”

According to my Hey Google, it is partly cloudy and 77˚. That’s accurate as I was out in the backyard earlier picking up the papers, and it was cloudy. Yup, I was picking up Nala trash. Nothing is safe in my house. I’ll start with yesterday. She stole a bag of rolls, of brioche rolls, tasty brooch rolls I was saving for a lunch sandwich. They were hidden on the counter, but, obviously, they were not well hidden. Later yesterday I needed my wallet for a credit card number and foolishly left it on the table when I was done thinking a wallet is safe. How silly of me. When I went to put the wallet back into my bag, I couldn’t find it so I went to the deck to look. It didn’t take long. I saw the dollar bill first then the five dollar bill. The ten was still in the wallet. The credit cards were strewn on the deck. I picked them up, put them into the wallet, went back inside and checked the cards. One was missing. I found it under a chair. This morning I got the papers. They were in a single plastic sleeve which I tossed on the stove while I made coffee. I saw down in the den then went to let Henry in the back door. I noticed the Boston Globe was on the drive-way. It was missing a bit of the front page. I went down to the yard to get my paper and noticed the other paper, the Cape Times, still in half of the sleeve, under the deck near the giant holes. I picked up two papers, the plastic roll bag pieces and cardboard from an unknown source. Nala was a busy girl yesterday.

When I was a kid, we had trash day once a week. The big truck had a driver and two guys hanging off the back. Their job was to grab the barrels, empty them into the truck then toss them back onto the sidewalk. The barrels were metal back then so trash day was a noisy day. I used to like to watch the trash get pressed. I remember the compressor made sort of a humming sound. The trash would be crushed then pushed further into the truck body. Certain items couldn’t be collected, but everybody in town knew the forbidden items miraculously disappeared with the just as miraculous appearance of a cold six pack.

My dance card isn’t blank for a change. My uke and I are busy tonight, tomorrow night and Wednesday morning. We’re winding down our summer appearances. We’re practicing our last book, The Beatles. I am very bad at playing this last book. The changes are quicker than my fingers have ever been. When I get a chord or two behind, I stop, find my way, and strum. I also smile the whole time. It makes me look as if I know what I’m doing.

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6 Comments on ““There’s not much you can do with a ukulele that doesn’t sound happy.””

  1. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    I’m so glad I don’t have dogs who are tall enough to counter surf. If Piki Dog were taller or had even better jumping prowess than he does, nothing edible would be safe here. “Edible” can be very broadly defined as anything that can be chewed by doggy teeth.
    My old dog Tegan chewed everything; socks, shoes, table legs, new jeans, cuffs on jackets, 4 feet of a 6 foot expensive leather leash, and other things too gross to mention. One day she chewed up my debit card and I had to get another one. The woman at the bank just laughed when I told her how the card got destroyed.
    It’s another lovely day up here. Not too hot, not too sticky, sunny and breezy. I’ll take it.
    Enjoy the day.

    • katry Says:

      HI Caryn,
      Henry has no interest in the counter. He also has no interest in the trash then there is Nala. That girl is into everything. What she can’t eat, she chews. What she can’t chew, she breaks into pieces, things like plastic plant holders. Nothing is safe though she has yet to eat furniture.

      Every day I have to clean the backyard. Nala has taken to stealing folded boxes and newspapers from the recycle bags.

      Shauna, my first boxer, chewed only my mother’s slippers, one slipper from each pair. I had to keep buying her new slippers. Shauna was also my only other garbage picker, but she dug out only cat food cans.

      It is a good think Nala is cute.

  2. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    HAVE YOU CONSIDERED A CRATE! Just in case you weren’t paying attention before. 🙂

    When I was a kid I never gave the schedule of the garbage men any thought. They came with their truck with the hydraulic thing in the back that compacted whatever the two men put in the tray at the far back. Today we have plastic cans and the one driver also operates the lift that picks up the can and dumps the contents into the truck. On Tuesdays two separate trucks are used. One picks up the green recycling can and the other picks up the black everything else can. That everything else can gets picked up also on Fridays.

    My friend in High School in New York lived in a five story apartment building. Each floor had a chute in the hallway where the tenants threw their garbage. The garbage went into the boiler room furnace in the basement. My friend would empty the ashes from the furnace into metal garbage cans which the city picked up weekly. The burning garbage helped make the steam which heated the apartments through radiators and heated the hot water in their taps.

    Hopefully, we are over the triple digit summer hump. The weather prognosticators are forecasting a slight chance of rain each day for the next ten days and high temperatures only in the upper 90s. Hopefully, the six 100° days are over for this summer. However, I can recall triple digit days as late as the beginning of October. Thankfully not often.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      All that Nala has done which I described happened when I was home. It happened right under my nose. The few things she did while I was out the other day were minor, chewing the pen and ruler. She needs the backdoor, her main escape route, opened which it isn’t when I’m out.

      I would not want her crated and Henry free.

      Our neighbor worked on the town trucks so we liked to say hello when the truck came.

      The barrels had to be hauled out of the cellar to the sidewalk. It was a process for my father with one barrel in each hand. I remember watching him from the side living room window. I remember trash day.

      Last night was cool in comparison to the days before it. I even shut the window behind me in the den. Today was perfectly pleasant.

  3. Christer. Says:

    Suddenly Alma seems to be calm and rather uninteresting 🙂 🙂 🙂 She tends to bring in things instead and chews what ever it is.

    It has been pouring down here both yesterday and today and only today we’ll have gotten at least two inches of rain. I’m glad that we only have sand in the ground here because very little stays on the roads and in the garden.

    I remember those trash days too, now days they only empty our bins one time a month and I have absolutely no idea what day it is, no problems since the bins stand beside my garage and the gravel road. I just look down into it and sometimes it’s empty 🙂 🙂 🙂

    Have a great day!


    • katry Says:

      Nala also brings in twigs, branches and pieces of limbs. She chews them all. I’m forever finding slivers all over the house and all over the deck. She is quite the busy dog.

      Roads often get flooded here in heavy rains as there is no drainage on the sides of the roads, no sewers or the like. Sewers can never be built because of the need for a clean ocean.

      The town does not do trash pick-up. I’d have to pay a private company.

      Enjoy your day!

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