“What do we call this moment? A serendipity mixed into a nostalgia mixed into a deja vu mixed into an epiphany!”

The day is already 71˚, today’s high. The weather report says partly cloudy. That’s pretty accurate as the sun is in and out of the clouds, and I can see the blue sky here and there between the branches of the backyard trees.

When I put the coffee in each of the dog’s dishes, Henry went for his and Nala went out the back door. That is her MO when she steals so Henry and I went on the deck to check for the felon and her spoils. I was glad to be outside. The late morning was pleasant and warmer than I expected. Nala, always true to form, was in the yard carrying an empty cookie bag in her mouth. She dropped it, and I asked to bring it to me for a treat. She totally ignored me and started to tear apart the package and the empty papers inside. I just stood and watched and listened. I could hear the crackle of the paper. Nala totally destroyed the bag by chewing it apart into small pieces. I’ll do a clean-up later. My sister is right. I do need one of those sticks with the nail at the end you see orange jumpered prisoners using when they clear the litter on the sides of the highway. I’d like the half bag too. I just won’t wear orange.

When I was a kid, I didn’t know what I wanted to be when I grew up. I got asked that by relatives I didn’t see often. I guess they thought it was a conversation ice breaker. They were wrong. I had no answer because I had no idea what I wanted to be. Little kids live day by day, and I was a little kid. Big plans were made for Saturdays, the break-out days, and as far in the future as I ever looked, because the rest of the week was already taken: weekdays were school and Sunday was church and dinner. I could do whatever I wanted on a Saturday. I could go wherever I wanted. Sometimes I made plans, a couple of days before were long range plans. I’d pick a movie in winter, but on warm days I’d pick my bike or my feet and go exploring. The one sure thing on a Saturday was our supper, always hot dogs, baked beans and brown bread from the can.

Even in Ghana, my Saturdays were mostly unplanned, open days, but if I was home in Bolga and it was a market day, I’d go shopping. I remember amazing weekends in Accra, the capital. I always stopped there on my way to and back from somewhere else during my vacations. It was too far for just a weekend. I stayed at the Peace Corps Hostel, cheap with breakfast. I ate in a variety of restaurants. I remember one restaurant with red booths, dimmed lighting and real napkins. It was an anywhere restaurant, but one, which happened to be, within walking distance of the hostel. I always thought it was a treat to eat there with its real napkins and leather booths. Sometimes I went to a Saturday night movie. In Accra I had choices. The best part of Saturdays in Accra was walking around the city, aimlessly. I’d stop at stalls and small markets and buy food and fresh fruit from the aunties along the sides of the road. I’d revel in the beauty of Accra and especially in being fortunate enough to live in Ghana.

Today I have no plans. Let serendipity reign!

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10 Comments on ““What do we call this moment? A serendipity mixed into a nostalgia mixed into a deja vu mixed into an epiphany!””

  1. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    You give your dogs coffee?

    I always hated that question about what I wanted to be. When I was a kid I would give various answers and always be told that I couldn’t because I was a girl. Eventually, I was told I could be either a nurse, a teacher, or I could get married. I wondered why people bothered asking me, if they already knew the answer. In any case, I never really knew what I wanted to be even all the way through high school. What I wanted was to satisfy my curiosity about lots of things and once I had done that, move on to the next thing. So I got a job that paid the bills and went out and learned about all the things that captured my interest. Meanwhile, much to my surprise, the job also turned out to be quite fascinating and educational in its own right. Lucky me.

    It was a solidly grey and mizzling day here right up until just after 2PM. The sun is now shining brightly as if it had been here all day.
    Enjoy the day.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      They get about a teaspoon from the bottom of my cup. I checked when Henry drank my coffee, a whole cup, to make sure he would be okay. A small amount is okay.

      Like you, I feel lucky. First bit of magic was when I got into the Peace Corps where I most wanted to be. I actually lived in Africa. Even now that amazes me. I learned that I loved teaching when I was in Ghana and was lucky to work at D-Y for my whole career. Lucky me also!!

      We had sun for a bit but now it is the darkest it has been all day. I can feel the damp in the air. It is ugly.

  2. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    I made a long comment and posted it but it has disappeared. And I forget what I said except for asking about putting coffee in the dog’s dishes.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      It didn’t disappear for good. It goes away while it is loading. I’ll head down to the longer comment.

  3. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    I knew exactly what I wanted to do when I grew up after the age of six. Before then, I went back and forth between a cowboy and a train engineer. After flying on a DC-4 from Dallas Love Field to La Guardia Airport in 1954, I knew I wanted to become a pilot. On that first trip, way before airline security existed, the flight crew invited the passengers to visit the cockpit while in cruise. I got to sit on the pilot’s lap and look out the windshield. I knew right then and there that’s were I wanted to work for the rest of my life. When my relatives asked the question, and got my answer, they ignored it as if I was just being a silly kid. It took awhile to accomplish, but I figured it out and I showed them.

    Bending down and picking up paper will help keep you limber. 🙂 Have you thought about taking Nala to a dog psychologist?

    Today the sky is scattered with puffy clear weather clouds with a pleasant high temperature of only 91°.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      It took me far longer to figure out what I wanted to do. Even in college I wasn’t sure. I would have gone to law school if the Peace Corps hadn’t accepted me. It was in Ghana I learned I wanted to teach, was meant to teach.

      I’ll be quite limber after I do the outside clean-up. There is a bit of trash on the ground all close to the deck stairs down which she carries her loot. I took Henry to a dog psychologist. She was called a therapeutic behaviorist. She saw Henry 3 times. The cost for all three visits was close to $1000.00. Henry takes medication which seems to help. Nala will grow out of her puppy behavior for the most part. I say for the most part as boxers never quite grow out of puppyhood.

      The day is ugly and dark. It has gone down to 67˚. I’m glad I stayed home today.

  4. Birgit Says:

    I hated the question what I want to be so I sometimes just said teacher though I knew it was wrong, an expected answer just to stop this conversation. In a dysfunctional family like mine you learn to live day by day and pretend to be normal.

    I’m just back from an open-air music festival in the neighborhood, local music, perfect weather, curry sausages, beer, the latest act was free jazz under a starry sky and a big moon above. I love days like these. It was funny to see the trams passing by just behind the stage.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Birgit,
      I just shrugged. I didn’t know the answer until Ghana where I found my passion, teaching.

      I had the most amazing experiences working with kids for my whole career. I never regretted my choice.

      I’m glad your world is getting back to normal. What a wonderful day you had. May they keep coming!

  5. lilydark Says:

    Hi Kat,
    When I was about 13 I wanted to be a psychiatrist after reading the book,” I Never Promised you a rose garden”, not just because of the book, but my mother was bi-polar and I wanted to help her. Then I discovered one had to have an MD, first and I hated the site of blood. People didn’t really ask me, as they were more concentrated on my sister as she was considered “brilliant”. I think I knew somewhere inside me, I wanted to become an artist.
    The weather is getting much colder here. and it getting darker which I don’t like.
    I wish my car would come back to me. I miss her.
    I agree with you–Let serendipity reign!

    Lori and Ms. Cookie

    • katry Says:

      Hi Lori,
      People just asked to be polite. Some relatives, like my aunt the nun, saw us so infrequently they didn’t know us well enough to ask pertinent questions. They stayed with universals instead. When I was older, they stopped asking. I was fine with that.

      It is a cool night at 65˚, perfect for sleeping. It does get dark so much earlier now, and fall officially starts next week. Can winter be far behind?

      Take care. Sorry your car is still among the missing.

      Kat and the creatures.


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