Archive for March 2023
Melancholy March: Julie London
March 10, 2023Winds of March: Journey
March 10, 2023
“If you’re not in the parade, you watch the parade. That’s life.”
March 10, 2023Right now it is 42° and partly cloudy though I do prefer to call it partly sunny. It will be in the mid 40’s today, a gift I suspect as tomorrow will be either rainy or snowy. Tomorrow is the St. Patrick’s Day parade, rainy or sunny but the rain will keep us away. If that happens, I’ll go watch the parade from my car.
My house is crowded. Yesterday I bought more Mrs.Meyer’s dish detergent in lavender. She joined my Dr. Bonner toothpaste, anise flavored. Under the sink is Mr. Clean. I don’t like Dr. Pepper though I haven’t met him personally. When I was a kid, I ate Chef Boyardee spaghetti. I wouldn’t touch it now. I’ve been on a first name basis with Ben and Jerry for a while. Orville Redenbacher and his popcorn are a movie night staple. I am not a fan of Bush’s baked beans. I did like his dog.
When I was a kid, we always had St. Patrick’s Day off from school because I went to St. Patrick’s School. It was a perk. March 17th is also Evacuation Day, a bit of a holiday in parts of the state. It celebrates the day in 1776 when the British forces left the city of Boston. We take our history seriously around here.
My mother sent Tropical Life Savers when I was in Ghana. They became a game we called Guess the Flavor. We were good at that though the cantaloupe was iffy and was more of a stab based on color. My favorite was coconut.
At the dentist yesterday, an x-ray was taken of one tooth. It had a shadow. The dentist looked and said it was tooth resorption which he explained. It sounded like the plot of a Stephen King novel.
Today is my only free day, an empty day on my dance card. When I was a kid, I bemoaned days like today. I could curl up with a book or work on going blind in front of the TV, but I preferred busy. My definition of busy was simple, out of the house.
Last night I got off the couch and noticed something on the cushion beside me. I checked it out. It was a dead mouse worse for the wear. Once upon a time I would have gagged. Last night I just grabbed a paper towel, scooped the deceased and threw it ignominiously over the back fence. I suspect it was a gift from Nala.
Squeeze Box: The Who
March 9, 2023Juke Box Annie: Kitty Kallen
March 9, 2023Box Of Rain: Grateful Dead
March 9, 2023Little Boxes: Malvina Reynolds
March 9, 2023
“Busyness chokes deep thinking.”
March 9, 2023The sky is the most spectacular blue this morning. The sun is squint your eyes bright. The breeze comes now and than again and sways the tops of the pine trees. It is in the 40’s, typical for March. The dogs love this weather. Lala lies in the sun looking a bit like the sphinx. Henry sits on the deck surveying his world. They know what to do with the day. They’ll be back in shortly for their morning naps.
When I was in Ghana, my mother sent boxes, the best boxes. I remember the blue boxes of macaroni and cheese. I saved those for Sunday dinner. She sent pizzas in a box and Password and origami and hard candies. Beef jerky was a surprise. In a Christmas box was a paint by number kit. The finished masterpiece became wall art. The origami became a guessing game because I was never good at replicating the pictures. At least the paper was colorful. The best box was sent by air mail so I’d get it before Christmas. My aunt and my mother split the cost. The box had a small plastic Christmas tree, ornaments, cookies cutters, brick looking crepe paper and a Christmas book. Later, my mother told me she went to Woolworth’s for all the Christmas stuff and sent the box by air because boxes going by regular mail took at least three months to arrive. It was too early for Christmas decorations to be out in the store so my mother said she sent the guy downstairs to the store room to find Christmas. He was nice enough to do that and found the decorations for my mother. That was my favorite box.
I hate busy weeks, and I have been out almost every day this week. I hate having to get out of my cozies. I actually had to buy gas. Today is a dentist appointment which adds to my misery. Saturday it is going to be cold, and we have the St. Patrick’s Day parade. Layering may not be enough. To make matters worse I need to be there between 8 and 8:30. I don’t even know if it is light then!
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