Today is a bit bleak. The sky is grey. Everything is wet from last night’s rain. The only saving grace is it will be warm, in the low 60’s. I have no place I need to go today. The animals have food. I have food. All is well.

When I was a kid, we took a trip to New Hampshire to the Hood Dairy Farm. I remember they played music for the cows. The guide said the cows had ears for music and gave more milk when it was played. My father worked for Hood but Hood ice cream, not Hood milk. My grandfather worked for Hood milk in Charlestown. I remember the building had a huge brick chimney with Hood Milk painted down from the top. My Girl Scout troop once toured that building. I remember watching bottles being filled with milk. I learned Hood was the first company to use glass bottles. One of my favorite childhood memories is the sound of those bottles clinking against each other in the metal carrier when the milkman delivered milk to the back stairs box outside the kitchen door. I still have a wooden box with metal inside which insulated the milk as it sat on the back stairs.

When I lived in Ghana, the only milk I used was evaporated milk in the can. It came from the Netherlands. I used it mostly in my coffee. I lived in the only part of the country which bred cows, but there was never milk. Ghanaians didn’t drink milk. I used to buy my milk from little kiosks lining the main road. At first the coffee tasted terrible, but I drank it anyway. I needed my morning coffee. In a while, I got used to the taste. When I went back 40 years later, I still drank evaporated milk in my coffee.

Last night Nala brought in a few sticks. She likes to lie on the mat and chew them into small pieces. I am not a fan as she leaves tiny bits of branch all over the floor. When I call her on it, she grabs the branch and runs out the back door. Last night it happened a couple of times, and I threw the pieces out into the yard. Later she was again chewing. I didn’t look until I heard a different sound. I wondered what she had. When I checked, I found my credit card chewed a bit with teeth marks on the corners. It must have fallen out of my wallet. I called to get a new one.

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