“Cheese is milk’s leap toward immortality.” 

This is quite the busy week for me. I even had to buy gas. In the next three days I have four uke concerts, a practice and a lesson. Last night’s concert went well. Across the green was a nice breeze so the sun wasn’t deadly. Tonight’s practice music is the Beatles.

When I was a kid, I didn’t know anyone who played a musical instrument. My grandparents had a piano, but it was more of a status symbol as no one in the family played. It stood in their living room with its pearly keys unplayed but dusted every day.

The same grandparents had a dining room. The furniture was bulky and dark. The table with eight chairs, a hutch on one wall and a side board on the other filled the room. I remember eating there when I was young but not when I was older. The kitchen had a hidden ironing board and a small table crammed into a space between cabinets. If you sat against the wall, you were sort of stuck at the table. I remember tall cabinets to the ceiling. The kitchen had a closet which is where my grandmother stashed the bottles of root beer.

We didn’t usually go to visit those grandparents, my father’s parents, even though they lived in the same town. My father by himself would visit. I didn’t mind as being there was always boring.

When I was growing up, my family played games together: board games and card games. I learned to play whist when I was probably ten or eleven. My parents had built-in partners, my brother and me. It was always girls against the boys, and the girls usually won. I remember playing Po-Ke-No for pennies. My mother kept a penny jar in the kitchen just for that game. We always put the pennies back when the game was over.

I am lazy when it comes to meals. Mostly I look for easy. I hard-boil a few eggs for snacking. I fry a couple of hot dogs for dinner. A banana is usually breakfast though once in a while I have toast. I always have cheese. Bread is supposed to be the staff of life, but I’m thinking it needs cheese to be complete.

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2 Comments on ““Cheese is milk’s leap toward immortality.” ”

  1. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    The sky is clear and the temperature is 105° heading for a predicted 107° high for the day. It’s a good day to be inside working or doing anything with air conditioning.

    When I was growing up no one on my mother’s side of the family played any musical instruments. We all sing off key and we have no rhythm. We can’t jump either. 🙂 My aunt on my father’s side did play the piano. It was an old upright piano and she could even read music. She and my uncle Charlie her husband, played and they both sang together. They enjoyed playing themselves, but they sounded like Archie and Edith Bunker, in the opening of the TV show, “All in the Family”.

    My family never played any games including card games. . My sister and I would play games such as “Chutes and Ladders”, and later, “Monopoly”. My sister recalls that I cheated her with the Monopoly money. However, I don’t have any recollection of my not playing by the rules. 🙂 Of course, memory is the second thing to go away when you get old. I can’t remember what the first thing is, but I think it was fun. 🙂

    Last night we went out for dinner because a local chain restaurant, “Cotton Patch Cafe”, runs a Monday night special of Chicken Fried Steak with two sides for $9.99 each. It’s a great deal. We usually don’t go out to eat without a coupon or a special deal. Tonight I will have the leftovers from Sunday dinner with our daughter, eggplant parmigiana, and my better half will have the leftovers from last night. Who would be dumb enough want to cook when the temperature outside is north of triple digits. Not even on the outdoor gas grill. 🙁

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      It has cooled to the 70’s. I’ve turned off my air and opened both doors. I probably won’t even need the AC in my bedroom.

      That’s quite a coincidence. My mother’s aunt, my grandmother’s sister, could play the piano. She always played at parties as my mother’s family loved to sing. Everyone would stand around the piano and sing especially at times like St. Patrick’s Day. When my mother gave parties, it was singing in the kitchen.

      I loved playing games. My parents taught us many card games. Every Christmas we always got a new game. I am not a Monopoly fan. The game just takes too long.One of my friends loves it so his wife and I will sometimes play it on his birthday. We did cheat by putting a $500 sandwiched between the two pass-go $100’s. He always won anyway.

      I haven’t been out to dinner in a long while. This time of year the restaurants are crowded, and there is sometimes a long wait. Once in a while I have dinner delivered or call for take-out. I too don’t want to cook, and we are cooler than you.

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