“My personal hobbies are reading, listening to music, and silence.”

The weather has changed. The humidity is just about gone. The temperature is in the low 80’s and tonight will get downright chilly, 72˚. I’m out on the deck. The slight breeze is pleasant. Henry is with me. Nala is chasing her ball all over the yard. She makes pit stops on the deck for water. I have house chores today. Plants inside and out need watering. The laundry is down the cellar in front of the machine. I really need to do a load or two today before it overwhelms me, and I become a statistic in some Stephen King short story.

I have a list. I always have a list. Today’s list is for a few groceries and some basil plants as I still need to fill a couple of clay pots. My white lights were eaten. I have more which I will mist with the anti-spawn of Satan spray. I need seed for my bird feeders.

It’s plumber time again. My kitchen faucet needs to be replaced, and an outside spigot where the hose is attached leaks. I used to kept that hose on the deck for watering the plants so I didn’t have to make trips, three of them, in and out of the house to fill the watering can.

The missing H on my keyboard is driving me crazy. I need to call to have the computer guy come to my house. I never realized how often I use an H.

Last night’s concert went well despite the wind. We even had a small audience, mostly friends or relatives, but it was an audience nonetheless. Tonight is practice on a new book, the fab 50’s.

When I was a kid, I took piano lessons for a short time. It was during the school day, and a nun was my teacher. One end of the convent across the street from the school had a stone front and its own door. That’s where my lessons were. My grandparents had a piano. Neither of them played. I think it was some sort of a status symbol. I went to their house to practice, but I could tell my grandmother was not all that keen to have me there so I stopped practicing and stopped my lessons. My one musical triumph was playing the sticks in the rhythm band when I was in the second grade. The audience loved me.

I grew up in really noisy neighborhood. Little kids were everywhere. They mostly played in the backyard. A giant grassy hill was between the upper duplexes and the lower where we lived. Behind each duplex, up and down, were the areas with the clothes lines. We had three lines and our neighbors on the other side of the wall also had three. I remember my mother hanging up the wash. She had a clothespin bag hanging from one of the lines. She kept one clothespin in her hand, the operative one, and another in her mouth, the next one. She seemed to do a wash just about every day.

All I hear are birds singing and Nala rustling through the flora in the backyard. Her tags click, my way of keeping track of her, a necessity as she can be devious.

I saw a rainbow on my ceiling when I woke up.

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6 Comments on ““My personal hobbies are reading, listening to music, and silence.””

  1. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    If you read my reply from yesterday, then you know today’s weather.

    The only musical instrument I can play is my iPhone. In my family everyone sings in the key of Q, (It stands for please quit). I tried to play the trumpet in the fifth grade but I had no talent. I had an aunt and uncle on my father’s side who had an old upright piano inntheor house and they could play. My aunt, my father’s sister, played the piano but also sang in the key of Q.

    You and I were born at the beginning of the baby boomer era and our neighborhoods were noisy because they were filled with kids. Remember, the birth control pill wasn’t invented until the early 1960s. Those veterans returned home, got married and created the largest population boom in history, us.

  2. katry Says:

    Hi Bob,
    I feel lucky as the humidity has left for the meantime. Windows are finally open. It is hot but feels pleasant. Tomorrow will be in the low 80’s. I’ll take it.

    One of my mother’s aunts always played the piano at family get togethers and everyone sang around it. My uncle’s wife told me not to sing as my voice was awful. I hated her for that as it was so embarrassing.

    I am pretty good with my uke. I sing along and nobody tells me to stop.

    Where I lived, you had to be a veteran so most fathers were around the same age. My friends all lived on the street as did so many kids my sisters’ ages.They always say it was the best place to grow up.

  3. Birgit Says:

    “I can’t sing”-choirs boomed before Covid, too many people were humiliated in school or at home and didn’t dare to join a regular choir though they loved to sing. I hope some of this choirs are still alive.

    Quite normal summer weather here, we just need more rain. It’s quiet, neighbor’s kids are on holidays.

    • katry Says:

      I think I could have been a star in one of those I can’t sing choirs. I fit the bill perfectly though that doesn’t stop me when I play my uke.

      It was in the third grade when a nun told me just to move my lips and not sing. I was a devastated eight year old.

      Tonight got a bit warmer in the house so I turned on the AC for a little while. The house is already cooling!

  4. lilydark Says:

    Hi Kat,
    I can’t sing either, though I’m getting better. I also took piano lessons as child, but I wasn’t very good. My teacher’s name was Mrs. Hamburger! I’m glad your concert went went well.
    We seem to have the same hobbies.
    While I’ve done a lot on my list, a few ones, have have been waiting a very long time to be done.
    Take Care,
    Lori and Cookie

    • katry Says:

      That’s a great name. If we had had a piano, I would have continued my lessons. The concert was great fun, Beach Boys music. Th’e crowd liked it.

      I have a busy start to the week then it slows down. Every other week I have a play on Fridays, but this time year I love being off the roads, too many people, too many cars.

      I haven’t done anything except have a uke lesson and shopping for more plants.

      HAVE a fun day!!

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