“I went out on a date with Simile. I don’t know what I metaphor.”

2:45 am: The night is noisy. A little bit ago, the dogs and I went out. While they mingled in the yard, I stayed on the deck . I could hear all the night insects, the crickets and the katydids. My back yard lit up when Nala ran by the lights which are mounted on the back of the deck. They shine on the open ground. The trees are in shadow. I can see the dogs almost anywhere in the yard when all four spotlights have been triggered. Sometimes when I go to bed the lights are still on. The yard looks pretty at night. The lights stay on about ten minutes after the dogs come in. Sometimes I am surprised when everything goes dark in a blink.

This morning I had an English muffin. It took a while to brown. Toast takes less time. I watched through the toaster oven window and cheered when a small bit of brown showed up on the round edge. The muffin is from a local company. It has no ridges, but it has great taste. I had to use the toast prongs to take the hot muffin ends out of the toaster. I slathered them with butter. I was out of fig. (I apologize for this boring paragraph. Seriously, who wants to hear about an English muffin browning, except Simon and Garfunkel, “Wish I was an English muffin, ‘Bout to make the most out of a toaster, I’d ease myself down, Comin’ up brown.” They’d have liked my muffin, but I have no boysenberry.)

The wind is strong, and I can hear the creaks of the pine branches when they sway. Thunder showers are predicted for later. Of course they are. The day is dark. The sky is a single white cloud. The warm air, in the mid 70’s, is getting thick, more humid. The saving grave is the breeze from the window behind me, from the north.

When I was a kid, I’d cross the open field below my street both to and from school. On some days, the wind, as I crossed that field, was terrific. I loved it. I’d face the wind and spread my arms out straight hoping to fly, sort of to helicopter or even to kite it into the sky. Sometimes I moved backwards quickly blown by the wind. It was exhilarating. My mouth was open in joy. It didn’t matter much to me the direction of the wind. Either I’d be blown backwards or I’d have to fight the wind straight on with my head down as sort of a battering ram (okay, that last simile might too much. If so, I apologize.) Anyway, I loved walking in the wind, one way or the other.

Today I’m home for the duration; nothing is going on. I am having friends over for dinner this weekend so I’ll plan my menu tonight. I’m leaning toward sea food, maybe a boil or a paella. It’s been months since I last had company so I want to put my best foot forward (similes and cliches! Yikes).

The dogs woke me up this morning when they chased each other and jumped on my bed to eat each other’s heads while politely growling. I kicked them off a few times, but it continued. I gave up and went downstairs. Both Henry and Nala are having their morning naps, one in here and the other in the hall. The child in me wants to wake them, rudely, but the adult in me prefers to have them sleeping and sleeping they’ll stay, at least until dinner.

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4 Comments on ““I went out on a date with Simile. I don’t know what I metaphor.””

  1. im6 Says:

    Okay, your nickname is now officially Punky.

  2. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    Today is a repeate of yesterday’s gorgeous weather and maybe a degree or two warmer. Today is the opening of the State Fair of Texas. Last year it was closed due to Covid and was a much reduced and only drive through event. This is the largest state fair in the country and it’s back in full swing. I haven’t gone for years because it’s basically the same thing year after year. I hate the rides and I always want to eat too much over priced and over fattening food.

    Did you ever notice how long it takes for water to boil on the stove or for food in the toaster or microwave to finish cooking. There’s some saying about a watched pot never boiling or something to that effect.

    Your two fur babies are going to wear you out or else they will keep you physically fit and young.

    The wind usually blows the strongest here in March. I hated flying on very windy days especially landing in a stiff crosswind. Airplane wheels are aligned with the longitudinal axis of the fuselage. To align with the runway on final approach the nose of the airplane must be pointed into the wind to arrest the drift. This is called “crabbing”. In a strong croasswind the pilot must use his rudder at about 50 ft. in the air, to align the longitudinal axes of the airplane with the centerline of the runway. To prevent the wind from drifting the airplane across the runway, the pilot must bank the airplane towards the upwind side to stop the drift. Unfortunately, there’s a limit to the amount of bank that can be used close to the ground to prevent striking a wing mounted engine or the wingtip on the ground. It’s even more challenging if the wind is gusty.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      I used to go to the Topsfield Fair close to where my mother lived. I loved everything especially the fair food! Fried dough was one of my favorite treats. The food wagons were right close to the entrance. I haven’t been in years. The walking would kill me.

      Nala is the one keeping me hopping. I had to clean up piles of torn paper towels last night. I must be going deaf. I never heard her, and they were in the hall living room, kitchen and deck. My yard is a mess.

      Thanks-I didn’t know anything about landing especially in a wind. That ll makes perfect sense on a open runway especially near the ocean.


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