“A little chocolate a day keeps the doctor at bay”

Last night the thunder was right over my house. Poor Nala shook. I was surprised as this was the first time she’s ever reacted to thunder, but it was loud and close. I put my arm around her, and she settled a bit. After the thunder stopped, the rain came. It was heavy at first and pounded my roof and windows. I listened and wished I had a metal roof. That’s about when I fell asleep.

My finger where the fracture was still hurts. I get quick painful knife thrusts mostly in the late evening and first thing in the morning. During the day it’s okay as long as I keep it still which is nigh impossible.

Today I have to go to the dump. The trash has been in the car since Thursday, and I have two more bags to add. I have a short grocery list with dog food topping that list. Not on the list but critical to my mental health and well-being is something gooey and sweet. I deserve it.

When I was in Ghana, gooey and sweet were rare. My treat was a bottle of Coke and a candy bar. I could buy a Ghanaian bar, a Golden Tree bar, but I preferred Cadbury, and I was on a Cadbury fruit and nut bar kick for a long while. My friend Bill and I would ride in the late afternoons on our “motos” to the DPS store around the corner, not far from our houses. It was always stocked with Coke and candy. This was not an every day event because of the cost so it was an Event with a capital E. I’ve told you before about the small girls selling bofrot or puff puffs from the box with glass sides they carried on their heads. The bofrot looked like donut holes and tasted like plain donuts. I could never resist. On each trip back to Ghana, they are what I look for second after kelewele, a plantain dish.

Nala got into the Jack’s room this morning. I hadn’t secured the gate. When I heard noises, I went to check and found packets of unopened cat food on the stairs. All the packets have pumpkin in them. Jack hates the food so Nala making off with one packet was wasting her burglary talents as I intend to mix the pumpkin with the dogs’ dry food. As my mother would have said, “Waste not, want not.”

I am watching Sharktopus. I think I gave away the whole plot by telling you the title.

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4 Comments on ““A little chocolate a day keeps the doctor at bay””

  1. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    Glad to hear that you are in less pain today and probably you are healing. How long did the hand surgeon say your finger would be incapacitated?

    Today the cool air came through and the high temperature was a pleasant 86°. The sky was partly cloudy. We have a ways to go until the real fall weather arrives.

    As you and everyone here knows I’m a chocoholic. Over the weekend my spouse bought me a large bag of M&Ms. I keep them in my office in a glass jar on my desk. So far I have devoured only half of them.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      The surgeon didn’t tell me but did mention PT. I have an appointment with him on Friday and have to leave the wrap on until then.

      Wow, pleasant 86° would be horribly hot for me. We stayed in the 60’s and that was great. We are into fall.

      I love M&M’s. I love chocolates!

  2. Beto Says:

    When I was a kid there was a Striped Candy Cane maker near my home. When there was a production change they had to set up the pumping machines. There was some striped candy run out in the process. The nozzle was 3″ in diameter and a few feet of that was pumped until it was properly primed. On Saturday Nights they would take those run offs and put them out back for the poor kids. Us little guys would usually we get chips and small chunks because the bigger kids took the best stuff. But there were times I came away with the biggest log of candy cane you ever saw. Practically inedible it was so big around. I still can’t eat Candy Cane.

    • katry Says:

      Beto,
      I totally get your last line. Too much of a good thing is too much. I also get how free candy of any sort was a bonanza!

      I always got candy canes in my Christmas stocking. One year I got the log just like you mentioned. It had no crook part. I used to lick and bite it, but I swear it never got smaller. I didn’t eat it all.

      I liked to bite them into chips. I remember the pieces used to get stuck in my teeth. I’d click the filled teeth together.


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