“I suppose there are people who can pass up free guacamole, but they’re either allergic to avocado or too joyless to live.”

Today is an ugly, chilly day. The sky is cloudy, nothing new there, and it rained for about two minutes while I was on my way home. I was cold when I went out to my appointments. I have winter coats, fleece jackets and summer shirts, but I have nothing for this mid season, for this not yet springtime on Cape Cod weather, but I’m home now and am cozy and warm.

When I was a kid, I moved into spring by putting my outside winter clothes away. I was happy to wear a light jacket with a sweater underneath it, always a cardigan. I ditched the knee socks for ankle socks. I didn’t even pretend to wear a hat.

Spring smells the best of all the seasons. After drab winter, spring is a miracle of sorts. The flowers are growing, the lilac trees are in bloom, and the sweet smell of mown grass is in the air. Some mornings I can even smell the ocean when I’m on the deck.

My mother never learned to swim. She took lessons once at the Y but quit before she had learned. I never asked my mother why she couldn’t swim and now I’m curious. My father was a great swimmer. He loved to body surf. He learned to swim at summer camp. I saw a picture of him from one summer camp. He is holding the bit of a horse and is wearing a bandana around his neck which looked like part of the camp uniform. He looked young, no older than 12 or 13. My father taught me to swim. He threw me off a wharf and hoped for the best, but he watched just to make sure I didn’t drown.

I am almost finished my book. It is called The Missing American by Kwei Quartey and takes place in Ghana. The author was born in Ghana to an American mother and a Ghanaian father. This is the third of his books I have read and is, by far, the best. Most of it happens in Accra, and he portrays the city perfectly as it now with all its blemishes. I’ll be lolling with my book the rest of the afternoon. I didn’t buy bonbons, but I did buy some pico, guac and tortilla chips, perfect snacks. I just wish I had a margarita.

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4 Comments on ““I suppose there are people who can pass up free guacamole, but they’re either allergic to avocado or too joyless to live.””

  1. William Sandford Says:

    We finished that book. A real whodunit.

    • katry Says:

      It is an excellent book. I felt bad for the murdered guy.

  2. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    Today we got to 90° again today under clear skies. The forecast for the rest of the month is for the high temperature to top out in the 90s. Besides the heat we are still in the midst of a drought. Who says global warming is a hoax?

    My mother was good swimmer except she was a woman of the 1950s. When she got in the water she always wore a bathing cap and wouldn’t put her face in the water to keep her makeup dry. She especially liked the backstroke. 🙂 My father never learned to swim and had a fear of putting his head in the water.

    I’m always in the middle of reading several books. Sometimes I actually finish one. 🙂

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      Tonight is cool, just 41˚. Tomorrow will be in the 50’s again, but it will get warmer after that. Boston may even reach 80˚, but I don’t know about down here.

      I was amazed amazed at how good a swimmer my father was. I swim well enough. I did take swimming lessons at camp a couple of summers. I also had to wear a bathing cap, pool rule.

      I always feel a bit guilty if I don’t finish a book, but there have been a few that were so bad I just couldn’t get through them.

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