Today is cloudy, again. Last night it rained a bit. Intermittent showers are forecast. The day is warmish at 54°. The dogs ran around the perimeter of the yard a couple of times in a sort of celebration for the warmth. Nala is speedy. Henry takes his time. Maybe ran for Henry is an exaggeration. 

Today I’m going to get my second new tire. It will replace the tire with the gash. That’s it for my to-do list. 

When I went through my albums, I was surprised by some of them. I have an original Mickey Mouse Club album with the theme songs for each day like circus day, special guest day and rodeo round up. It is even in its original cover none the worse for wear. A couple of albums made me laugh. Right now I’m playing Pizzas and Bongos. On the cover is a woman befitting the 50’s as the album was released in 1958. Sorrento Cha Cha is playing now. Another gem is Sing a Song of Italy also released in 1958. Kate Smith and her patriotic songs is in the pile as is Glenn Miller. I have no idea what prompted me to buy these albums, but I do like their quirkiness.

When I was young, I had a record player. It was a kid’s record player. It was just the turntable. My records were different colors. They were red or yellow. I still have some, mostly Christmas records. Many of them are Golden Records or Peter Pan Records. On the yellow ones the singers and musicians are listed. Two list Mitchell Miller and his orchestra. One singer is Betty Clooney, Rosemary’s sister. They all have a regular holes in the middle so no plastic adapter. I thought I’d listen to a few of them later.

I think I am caught in a whirlwind. I seem to be cleaning the hidden places. I remember doing that when I was a kid. My closet was the main target. Most of the clothes were on hangers, metal hangers which left their imprints on the shoulders of the blouses. It was the floor of the closet that was just a jumble of things. It was like a junk drawer but bigger. The pile would get taller and taller until I was forced to clean. I have a closet like that. I keep eyeing it. I just hope my sloth can be strong.

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