“We have lunch at ten-forty-five,” Colin said. A stupidly early lunch. At our school, the older you get, the stupider your lunch period.”

This is my favorite time of year. Most of the traffic is gone, the ocean is still warm, the days are pleasant, generally in the 70’s, and the nights are cool for sleeping. Scattered thunderstorms are predicted for today, and, of course, it is dump day. I also need cat food and bread. My cleaning regimen of doing at least one room a day starts today. Here in the den is about as dusty as I have seen it. I could write an entire novel in the dust. Wash me isn’t enough.

Yesterday I left the dogs alone for about three hours. Nala kept herself busy. She concentrated on the table above and the baskets below. My wooden back scratcher no longer has teeth. She chewed my pen. I found pieces of it in a couple of different rooms. She pulled apart a catalog, one page at a time. That was it. I was pleased. Clean up was quick.

Both dogs are asleep beside each other and me on the couch. Nala has the end cushion, and she is sort of stretched. Henry is next to her and me. He is sleeping with his head on Nala’s back as he didn’t have enough room. He looks comfortable now.

When I was a kid, I used to beg my mother to let me ride my bike to school. It was such a good ride, the best ride. I’d speed down the steep hill where I lived then ride quickly across the road at the bottom. From there I’d coast, still using momentum from the hill, until I had to pedal on the straightaway. At school, I parked my bike in the wooden rack under the trees. I didn’t have a lock. I knew my bike was safe. On the ride home, I’d usually end up walking my bike up the last part of the hill, the steepest part of the hill, to my house.

My mother packed great school lunches. She never gave us peanut butter and jelly or fluffernutters because we thought of those as a snack, not as a school lunch. She mostly packed bologna, cut thinly and evenly unlike my jagged thick and thin slices or ham sandwiches. On both sandwiches I had mustard, yellow mustard. Friday was always, and I mean always, tuna. I don’t eat tuna now, haven’t for decades. I had my fill when I was a kid. We always had dessert, and it was never fruit. I didn’t like fruit in my lunchbox. Sometimes we got Oreos. My mother would hide them after shopping so she’d have them for lunches. We never found them. I remember potato chips in wax paper bags. I remember an occasional Hostess treat. They were special. Sometimes they were cupcakes, other times Snowballs, pink ones. Ding Dongs were my favorites. I usually ate them with a flourish from hand to mouth. I wanted the other kids to know I had Hostess.

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4 Comments on ““We have lunch at ten-forty-five,” Colin said. A stupidly early lunch. At our school, the older you get, the stupider your lunch period.””

  1. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    Today will be similar to yesterday with a slight chance of scattered thunderstorms. There’s another tropical storm in the Gulf of Mexico headed straight for the Texas coast and folks from Houston through Corpus Christi are preparing for major flooding. Among the things I don’t get is how right wing political nuts can’t figure out that climate change is genuine from the numbers of storms developing annually in the warmer waters of the Atlantic Ocean or the Gulf of Mexico. 🙁

    My mother packed similar lunches for me as a kid in elementary school. The only kind of bread she could buy at the time was bread like, “Wonder Bread”. When we ate in a delicatessen while visiting New York I ate really good breads such as rye, pumpernickel or challa. I always wondered if “Wonder Bread” was really bread. 🙂

    The best part of the lunch was the treat consisting of one Hostess cupcake or snowball. She saved the other one for an after school treat or for the next day. Sometimes she would pack several cookies. My favorite cookie then and now are Oreos. Occasionally, she would buy those other cookies, Hydrox which I didn’t like as much. Thankfully, they are no longer available. Usually she bought which ever one’s that were on sale. 🙂

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      It is sunny and pleasant at 73˚. Rain is no longer being predicted, just clouds. I’m glad I need to go out. It’s is a nice day for a ride. I saw the weather and the rain heading for Texas. Just what you all need. The climate deniers won’t back off.

      We also had Wonder Bread. There weren’t a whole lot of choices for white bread. When I was a bit older, I like wheat then branched out to different breads. I can’t remember the last time I had white bread.

      My father and sister preferred Hydrox to Oreos. They were devastated when Hydrox disappeared. I liked both of the cookies. The Paul Newman sort of Oreos are sometimes what I buy now for a different taste.

  2. Christer. Says:

    We have a really pleasant day today, almost frost in the morning but the rest of the day has been mostly sunny and warm, Scandinavian warm that is, just below 68 🙂

    Alma has started to take things from the tables here, bring the things outside and then chew them to pieces 🙂 🙂 🙂 I now have no valuable things not placed quite high, she’s getting bigger and bigger 🙂

    Have a great day!


    • katry Says:

      Hi Christer,
      We get down to 68˚ and sometimes lower at night. We did have a few cold days but they didn’t last. The last few days have been wonderful, in the 70’s and sunny

      Nala steals anything. There is neither rhyme nor reason for her choicest, but she does enjoy chewing paper and stealing trash. My yard is cluttered though I did do a little clean up yesterday. Today I was gone for under two hours, and she stole cardboard out of the recycle bin and shredded it all over the living room. People suggest I put away what she might steal, but she steals too many things, even things you’d never think would catch her attention. She is an imp.

      Enjoy your day!

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