The dogs and I are on the deck. They are eating each other’s faces with, not unexpectedly, Nala being the loudest growler. I’m watching the birds. My cardinal is back as are the stalwart chickadees. Most of the pot flowers are blooming, the only exceptions being the twice uprooted flowers from the spawn. My hibiscuses in the front garden have started to bloom.

The morning is cloudy and damp. Rain is predicted. It is 78° but doesn’t feel warm. An every now and then a breeze feels chilly in the dampness.

My friends came through with coffee, one brought beans and the other ground coffee from Brazil. I brewed a pot yesterday. I happily poured in my light cream, but it didn’t pour. It plopped. I am not a black coffee drinker so for yet another morning I didn’t have coffee. I was thinking of putting a sign in my front yard saying proceed at your own risk.

My dance card has one entry left, a uke concert tomorrow, my third this week; however, my to-do list is filled. Entries get added and seldom deleted.

When I was a kid, we lived in the first duplex on the corner of the hill in the project. There were more duplexes in a sort of an S formation with some down the street and others up the street. A small rotary was up the hill circled by the last houses so the street didn’t dead end. All the houses had lawns and backyards. Clothes lines were on squares of tar behind each house. Back then my mother had a wringer washing machine in the cellar. I liked to watch her hang the clothes. My father had a pattern for the lawn. My mother had a pattern for the clothes. Shirts were hung upside down. Three clothespins always connected two shirts. She used to keep the clothespins in a bag hanging from the line. Pants were hung by the bottoms of the legs. I don’t remember the underwear, but I figure she followed the same pattern as the shirts. I loved seeing the clothes in winter. They’d freeze on the lines with shirt sleeves straight out. I used to think they could be props in some scary movie, The Shirt Sleeve Killers.

This entry was posted on July 25, 2024 at 12:21 pm and is filed under Musings. You can subscribe via RSS 2.0 feed to this post's comments. Both comments and pings are currently closed.