“What can be better than to get out a book on Saturday afternoon and thrust all mundane considerations away till next week”

Today is another delight. It will be hot, Cape Cod hot, at a high of 81˚. I have yard work I didn’t finish yesterday which includes trash picking the yard. I’m missing a container of nails. It was on the deck then it wasn’t. I need to water the flowers on the deck, put the screen in the back door, wash the big table, bring out more chairs and sand and paint the small red table. I figure when I’m done I’ll deck it for the rest of the day.

I’ve never believed in ghosts. I think aliens are more likely though I doubt them too. Most aliens are quite unfriendly according to the plots of the black and white movies I’ve see, and they want our planet. I used to watch The Invaders where aliens disguised themselves as humans, but the aliens were easy for David Vincent to find. They had a weird finger. After that, I used to look at peoples’ hands. I never caught an alien.

When I was a kid, Saturday was chore day for my dad. He brought his shirts to the Chinese laundry, got a trim at the barber’s just up the street from the laundry, cleaned the yard and mowed the lawn.

Sometimes we went to the drive-in on Saturday nights. When I was younger, I wore my pajamas as did most kids. If we were early, my brother and I would go to the playground in front of the concession building. Sometimes we would sit on one of the benches and watch the movie from there. I’ve mentioned before how my father wanted to beat the line of cars leaving so he’d leave before the end of the move. I hated that. One time, when I was really young, I went to the bathroom by myself and, afterwards, couldn’t find the car. I walked up and down lines of cars getting more and more panicky. I somehow ended up in the concession building. They announced over the car speakers, “Would the parents of Kathleen Ryan please come to the concession stand.” It wasn’t my finest moment.

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