Today will be warmer than it has been. We’ll hit 80°, but it will feel cooler as there is a breeze. I can hear the leaves rustling, and the chimes ringing. The sky is mostly blue. It is a pleasant day.

When I was a kid, we sometimes went to the pool. It was just about at the opposite end of town. We used to walk. I carried my towel and my dime, the price of entry. In the changing room were lockers. I’d put my clothes in one and take the key which was on a stretchy plastic bracelet. On hot days, the pool was always full. Towels covered the concrete around the pool, and sometimes there was little room, no open spots for any more towels. On many of the towels were couples, teens. The girls seldom went into the water. I tended to swim at the deeper end. I dove off the board until one dive when I hit the bottom of the pool, cracked a tooth and split my lip. I was bleeding when I got out of the water. The lifeguard came right over and brought me inside for first aid. My lip swelled. They called my mother and drove me home. I never dove off that board again though I did dive off the side of the pool.

I loved to watch my father eat corn. He was a human typewriter. He’d eat across each line of corn then without missing a beat move on to the next line. Sometimes a piece of corn went airborne so sitting beside him could get messy. It was the same when he ate lobster. He managed to get every piece of meat including meat from the knuckles and legs. Sometimes water or a piece of the shell went airborne. Sitting next to my father was risky. I am my father’s daughter so I attack a lobster and leave no meat. It is my talent and worthy of my resume.

If you hate bugs and they frighten you, stop reading. I’m giving you fair warning. Yesterday I had an itchy spot near my arm pit. I scratched it. It felt like a scab. I decided to pull off the scab, and when I looked at it, I only wish it were a scab. It was a tick, a bit engorged. I put it on the table, put my glass over it then put it in the glass. I watched. It started to climb the side of the glass. I took it to the bathroom. It sleeps with the fishes. I felt grossed out all afternoon.

I have a few house chores and one errand. That’s it on my dance card.

ASIDE: The new url for Coffee is keepthecoffeecoming.wordpress.com. It will return to the usual url when I upgrade.

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