“All cities are mad: but the madness is gallant. All cities are beautiful, but the beauty is grim.”

Today is a fall day, a pretty fall day. The temperature is in the low 60’s, but it will get warmer. I am going out and about today, down Cape to Orleans. I don’t go that direction often.

Dinner last night was great fun. After dinner, one of my guests cleaned everything while my other guest and I chatted at the table. Nala was welcoming, overly welcoming at times. She is a boxer and jumping is a boxer thing. Henry was standoffish but only for a little while. He sniffed, his understated way of saying hello. The food was good. We had shrimp fettuccine Alfredo, a salad and garlic bread. Dessert was a blueberry pie, brought by my friend. The meal, the company and the evening was a delight.

When I was growing up, we visited my grandparents in East Boston often. Those visits may have germinated my love of cities, not for living but exploring. I remember a lady selling Italian ice out her front window. She had to lean over to hand it to us. I loved the pizza squares from the bakery. The flat pans were huge and were in the bakery case. The squares were sold at room temperature. I never knew bakeries made pizza. I remember the truck which stopped on the street and offered carousel rides. On the back of the truck was a tiny carousel with about four horses. It was for little kids. I was a bit envious. It was at my grandmother’s where I first saw cheese in a chunk, Romano cheese, to use on the spaghetti, always on the stove, in a pot which never emptied. It was fun to grate. I always grate my own cheese now.

The worst Nala disaster happened yesterday. I was in a make dinner frenzy and didn’t notice the beastie. Earlier in the day, I had changed the litter and brought the bag down. I didn’t put it outside but by the door. I walked into the living room for something. I forget what. That was when I saw it, the pile of cat litter out of the bag on the floor. I screamed. It took a while to finish clean up. The end was the floor washing. Never in my wildest imagination did I think Nala, the marauder, would be interested in used kitty litter. It was a gross job. I have learned that nothing is safe from Nala. I put things away I think she’d love to chew or eat or just tear into pieces. The only problem is I forget where I put them.

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6 Comments on ““All cities are mad: but the madness is gallant. All cities are beautiful, but the beauty is grim.””

  1. Christer. Says:

    So far I’ve been lucky with Alma, she doesn’t try to empty the cat litter box 🙂 She doesn’t hesitate to eat cat poop (or fox poop either I’m afraid) when we’re out walking though. The old dogs were bad so I had to put a hook on the door so it was open just enough for the cats but not even close for the dogs 🙂 🙂

    Almost storm here and of course rain as well, October didn’t star well at all.

    Have a great day!


    • katry Says:

      I found the bag later on the deck. I was out there trying to take another doll out of her mouth. When I offered a treat, she dropped. the doll. Good thing I taught her the word treat. Nala can’t get at the box, but she did get the bag. Foolish me thinking it was safe. Nothing is safe from Nala.

      We’ll have another a beautiful day tomorrow.

      Take care!!

  2. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    We’re finally getting the rain we have been promised all week. It’s not a gully washer, but some is better than nothing. The. Temperature is around 70°. Fall like temperatures. 🙂

    I remember the carousel on the back of the truck in my grandmother’s neighborhood in Brooklyn when I was a kid. I think the truck owner charged a nickel to ride in those days. I just saw a program on the Cooking Channel about the food of Sicily. In Palermo there are bakeries that sell large, thick pan pizza at room temperature. It’s called, Sicilian Pizza here but this type is different. Here’s a link and a recipe if you want to make the authentic thing.


    No comment on Nala’s behavior. I have a 24 year old son who sometimes behaves similarly. 🙁

    • Bob Says:

      Ops, Imhave a 24 year old son who misbehaves similarly. 🙂

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      I’m laughing thinking how we have such divergent views of the weather. This time of year 70˚ is a delight. It is short sleeve weather.

      You and I have such similar memories. I guess those carousel trucks went mostly to neighborhoods. Kids would have run for money from their moms to get a nickel.

      That is amazing about the pizza. The one from the link looks great. The ones I bought didn’t have any herbs on the top. I think I like that pizza better.

      I hope Nala outgrows this marauding behavior. I hope your on doe too!

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