The rain has given way to a delightful day. The sun is bright and warm at 77°. It is summer again. Nala was out for a long while and came back inside panting. Either it was zoomies or she was hunting a creature. She refuses to tell me. As for Henry, I have no idea where he is.

This is not the best of days. It is one of those one step forward and two steps back days. I feel discouraged. I know this will all disappear, but it gets difficult sometimes to remember that. I’ll be hanging around all day. I still have a couple of Hershey bars. Chocolate is my panacea.

When I was a kid, I survived all the kid diseases. I remember the bedroom was kept dark when I had the measles because it was thought light might make me lose my vision. I think I was in the dark for four or five days. Most families didn’t isolate one kid with measles or chicken pox or mumps. It was hoped that all the kids would catch whatever the one kid had. Chicken pox was the worst. First came a rash then itchy pimples. You didn’t scratch or you’d leave scars. My mother slathered us with Calamine lotion. She’d even put mittens on our hands so we couldn’t scratch. We all survived unscathed.

When I was a kid, phone booths were common. I’d never pass one without checking the coin return slot. Sometimes I’d even find a dime. When it rained, phone booths were a refuge. I’d close the folding door and wait. I remember in train stations and bus stations there were phone booths all in a line. You sat down in those booths. I remember the booths were brown.

I miss seeing my foot in the x-ray machine. I could see all the bones. The salesman always checked my feet before we bought shoes. He also used that slide measurer to see what size my feet were. We used to go to Thom Mcan’s. I always got new school shoes and new shoes for Easter. In the summer I wore sneakers.

My house could be the setting for a B movie. It is filled with cobwebs. The spiders are both huge and tiny. The webs go across book spines and kitchen utensils. They are on window frames and furniture and even on the stairs. I break up the webs when I see them, but I let the spiders go free.

Henry is now on the couch napping. He lives the good life.

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