Today is perfectly lovely. It is a day to sit outside and bask in the warmth of the sun. We have already hit 64°. A slight breeze is ruffling the oak leaves. The blue sky is striking. I think I need a bit of deck time.

When I came downstairs this morning, I noticed I had forgotten to shut the back door. I’ve done that before so it is not an indicator of creeping dementia. The last time I did Henry went out and didn’t come in because for him the dog door is only one way, out. That time his barking woke me up so I went downstairs to let him back into the house. This time he stayed put.

Things seem to carry with us the whole of our lives. When I was a kid, I read all the science fiction books in the town library. They were on a tall, narrow shelf on the wall behind the librarian’s desk. There weren’t so many of them so it was easy to read them all. I still read science fiction. I loved the classic monster movies like Dracula and The Mummy. Every Halloween now I watch one or two of them. I alternate. When I was 11, I vowed I would travel. I would see the world. It is a vow I have kept the whole of my life. The sights I have seen amaze me, tickle me. It was when I was in the eighth grade that President Kennedy started the Peace Corps. I knew I’d serve some day. I held on to that dream, maybe even that expectation, through high school and college. I still remember the joy I felt when I received my acceptance letter. I was going to Africa, a place I hadn’t imagined.

As for the more mundane hanging around after all these years, I have always hated beans of any sort but especially baked beans. I find them disgusting looking. I liked cream corn but hated to look at it and didn’t want it to slide into any other food on my plate. I feel the same about oozing cream corn. When I was young, people served Jello with fruits suspended inside. I didn’t like Jello anyway, and, when served with the fruit, it looked almost alien. I could imagine the fruit having huge teeth and chomping on the spoon. I have never eaten Jello.

I have a to do list for today including a trip to the dump. I want to polish the living room furniture with a real cloth instead of my sweatshirt sleeve. I’ll vacuum the dog hair balls in the hall. They mar my sensibilities. I’ll water the plants.

I may not have time tomorrow to write and publish Coffee. I have an early concert and will be leaving home around 10:40. It is our first outdoor concert, and the weather will be perfect, in the 70’s, yup, the 70’s.

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