“Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.”

The morning is glorious. The air is fragrant. Everything shines in the bright sunlight. Patches of blue frame the tree branches in the backyard. When I went to get the paper, I watched a pair of cardinals chase each other. When I walked by my front garden, I was wonderfully surprised by the unexpected beauty I saw. Three hibiscus have bloomed, giant red hibiscus. How splendid.

The dogs have finished their usual morning routine. First, they took turns going out the dog door. Henry quickly ran to his tree while Nala ran to the backyard. Both came inside for their morning biscuits then they ran back outside. When they finally came back inside, they impatiently waited for their morning coffee, about a tablespoonful, and then we shared a banana. Now it is time for their morning naps.

When I was a kid, as May ended, school was winding down. We had end of the year exams. I especially remember one year. My sister had a habit of asking to go to the bathroom then leaving school and walking home. I was in the middle of my music exam and had reached the Gregorian chant part when I was called out of class. Mother Superior told me to walk home and fetch my sister. I said my exam wasn’t finished, and she told not to worry about it. I was elated. I got to leave school on a warm, sunny day, and I didn’t have to finish my exam. I walked slowly!!

I don’t remember my father doing much barbecuing when I was young, but after we moved to the cape, he was the designated grill cook. The window in the dining room facing the yard was always open in case he needed something. If I closed my eyes, I can still see him holding tongs and leaning into the kitchen saying, “Pop me.” My mother or one of us would pour him a pop, and he’d get back to the grill. Nobody grilled meat as perfectly as my father.

My friends Bill and Peg are coming on Tuesday. I can barely wait to see them. We met in 1969 at our Peace Corps staging in Philadelphia before we left for training in Ghana. In 2016 we traveled together back to Ghana. It was the most wonderful trip. We still share our immense love for Ghana, Ghanaians and Bolga where we lived. Bill and I also share a love for jollof rice which we ate every night in Bolga at the hotel restaurant. We laugh a lot when we are together. We have shared memories. We have inside jokes still funny after all these years. Did I mention I can hardly wait until Tuesday?

Today is dump day.

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6 Comments on ““Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.””

  1. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    You are very lucky to have kept your friendship with Bill and Peg going this many years. Most of my friendships from high school and college have disappeared beyond finding them on the internet. I found one friend who accompanied me from high school to our freshman year at college. After one semester he just disappeared out to California. A few years ago I found him living in Bozeman Montana where he has become a local right wing talk show host on a local radio station. Other than baseball and airplanes we have nothing in common. Even baseball is a stretch since he is a Yankee fan and I was a Met’s fan. 🙂

    The sky is overcast and the temperature is a pleasant 61° this morning. The weather prognosticators are predicting a high of only 70° this afternoon.

    I have only had a few close friends during my lifetime but many acquaintances. I’ve always been more of a loner rather than a joiner. It takes a lot of work and common interests to keep a friendship going. Many of the people in the aviation business are dyed in the wool Republicans and I can’t talk to them about politics or even current events. Many of them were officers in the military and former airline pilots. One interesting observation is that all of them hate unions. Of course, they can’t figure out that by their membership in ALPA (Airline Pilot’s Association) or American Airlines Pilot Union (Allied Pilot’s Association) that was why they were earning salaries of around $400 a flight hour at the end of their careers. Airline pilots are limited to no more than 1,000 flight hours annually. I assume they think they were getting paid that kind of money because of their superior skills. 🙂 You do the math.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      I lost track of my college friends when I was in Ghana. They moved on, and I was somewhere else!!

      I did see one of my roommates last year. We had a few drinks together. I had a good time. We didn’t discuss politics when we met. Later, I found her on Facebook, and she is a Trumper. I couldn’t believe it. What happened I wondered.

      It is in the high 70’s today but there is a nice cooling breeze. The dump was hot but it is always either to or cold.

      I lose two friends in the last year. One had been my friend since 1964. The other was my friend for well over 20 years. Their deaths have left a hole. I have dear friends. I see them often but not often enough.Two of my friends bought a house in Florida over two years for winters. The first year they were there the house here had a leak upstairs and it flooded and destroyed both floors. They have not been back, and no work has been done on their house. They call it the Cape house so I doubt they’ll be back.

      All my friends are democrats or democrats hiding as independents. We agree about Trump. I have a couple of cousins who lo ve Trump. I’m glad I never see them.

      Anti-union always reaps the benefits of unions!

  2. Christer. Says:

    Despite high humidity and the occasional drop of water hitting my head the day has been rather nice here. Mostly cloudy but a bit warmer than yesterday. Today when I woke up pretty early I let the dogs out and when they came back in I went back to bed and slept for an hour and a half more. Can’t remember when that happened last time 🙂 🙂

    I started to remove the lawn on the place where I’ll have the potato patch, I’ve done perhaps a quarter of the area but felt that was enough for the day, the humidity didn’t help when digging 🙂 🙂 I’ll do the rest the coming days and hopefully I can put the potatoes in the ground on, at latest, Thursday when we’re having a holiday here.

    Have a great day!


    • katry Says:

      The dogs know when I wake up. Nala starts licking wherever she can get me. Henry gets off the bed and comes up beside me and licks. I have no choice but to get up. Usually it is around 8:30.

      Today is warmer than yesterday, but it is a lovely day. It will get cooler tomorrow, down to the mid-60’s.

      I haven’t planted anything yet but I will in the next week or so. I’ll do all the deck flowers and herbs.

      Enjoy your day!

  3. Birgit Says:

    I had a hibiscus with purple flowers years ago but unfortunately it didn’t survive. One winter was just too cold. I planted tomatoes and pumpkins today. I have diffent kind of tomato plants every year but it’s the first time I try to grow pumpkins. My neighbor and I swapped some of these plants so we’ll see.

    Have a great time with your friends!

    • katry Says:

      My hibiscus seem to survive. The white ones are several years old. The red are far newer to the garden.

      I don’t plant fruit or veggies. I do plant herbs in the deck boxes. I haven’t yet shopped but will next month. I love the smells of those herbs growing.


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