Today’s musing will be short. I need to get out of the house. My sanity is at issue, but I really do have some errands so it works.

The day is partially sunny. It’s warm. The high will be in the low 70’s, the low in the 60’s. I’d love to have this weather every day. It’s perfect.

I gave Henry one of those chews he loves. He was eating it on the couch. A bit later he stood up and looked to the floor. That’s the sign he’s dropped it but can’t see it so he expects me to get it. I hunted and hunted under the couch. I was lying down to look but I saw nothing. I pushed my back scratcher underneath the couch. It unearthed Henry’s spawn of Satan. I wondered where that went. But after finding nothing else, I gave up. About five minutes later I saw Henry in the hall. It was in his mouth. I got punked by my dog.

When I was a kid, meals were usually around the same time every day except in the summer. That was more of a catch as catch can. It was a quick whirl in the kitchen to make a sandwich to go for lunch, but in the early evening, for supper, we sat down at the table usually without my father who worked a late day and my mother who usually ate at the counter. I don’t remember many of those suppers. I know we had corn and probably burgers or hot dogs. Tater Tots were big. My mother never served a salad except potato salad, the perfect accompaniment for a burger. I always opted for a cheeseburger. My mother topped it with the yellow cheese individually wrapped. I still order a cheeseburger, but the cheese is far more sophisticated. It’s often Monterey Jack.

I’m ready to face the world. I’ve showered so as not to be offensive, brushed my teeth so I can smile without food being stuck and have almost gotten dressed. It’s time.

Lovely is the perfect word to describe today. It is dry and pleasant with a bright sun, a blue sky and a slight breeze. The temperature is 71˚. This is going to be a stay home and read day. I have nothing pressing.

Writing Coffee isn’t easy in these days of being housebound. Cleaning has been a big topic. It is about the only way I keep busy. Laundry too has had its day in the sun so to speak. As for today, I’m going to water the plants. I’ll rest in between moving from room to room.

When I bought my house, my mother brought down some stuff she had saved from my childhood. I have three Fanny Farmer rooster egg cups in a bright cheery yellow. Some of the beaks are missing, but they were missing when I was young. The small white chair came from one of my father’s uncles. My mother said he made it for me when I was three. Right now a doll I had sits on the chair. The doll is wearing red overalls and a pattern shirt. The overalls have a patch. The doll has yellow braids. I was not a doll person, but I liked this one because it isn’t one of those dolls with puffy dresses and a hole in its mouth for a bottle. My mother also brought down all my childhood books like The Bobbsey Twins, Trixie Belden, Donna Parker and Nancy Drew. I bought a small bookcase and filled it with all those books. That they are in wonderful condition is because I loved books and took special care when I was reading them. I bought many of the Whitman hard cardboard cover books with my allowance. They were 49¢ which gave me a whole penny to spend. Back in those days, even the lowly penny had value.

Massachusetts starts Phase 2 today which the governor calls cautious. It is a huge step. So many places are opening it seems almost normal, but it isn’t even close. Kids can play sports and go to playgrounds. Hotels, pools, funeral homes and so much more have the green light to open. My favorite, though, is personal services can start. That includes house cleaners. Halleluia!

In maybe three weeks, the next phase will begin as long as there is no spike of new cases. That phase is called vigilant. Three or so weeks after that begins the last phase, the new normal, but I think phase 4 needs a different name. Nothing about this is normal.

Today is dank and overcast, but it is cooler than yesterday and far less humid. Showers are predicted. The high will be 65˚.

I alternate between sweating far more than a lady should and then needing my sweatshirt because I’m cold. I haven’t had my morning coffee yet. I don’t feel up to par as my mother would have said.

My freezer is full, but I forgot to defrost anything. I miss my hot dogs. They are always my go to meal. My second go to meal is eggs. Those I have. I even think I have some bacon. Sounds like dinner!

I order in once a week. Last week it was a total meal with potatoes, meat, vegetables and warm rolls. It lasted two full dinners.

Yesterday I watched World War II movies, it being D-Day and all. Many were filmed during the war and served as rousing salutes. One movie, 1000 Plane Raid, I watched with a bit of nostalgia. The only other time I saw it was in Niamey, Niger during my Peace Corps days. The embassy there showed movies every Saturday night, and because I was always hungry for a movie on the big screen, I went to watch. That I stayed the whole time is a tribute to my forbearance. Last night, despite that memory from so long ago, I watched it again, in entirety. I’m now thinking my not feeling up to par might be a residual from watching 1000 planes raid, one really bad movie.

My plans for today are simple. Do nothing. I may shower, but I make no promises. After all, I’m not expecting company.

Last night it poured. I had my bedroom window open so I got to hear the raindrops. It was a tough night. I had trouble getting to sleep. It was close to five when I last checked the time. Jack was with me. I think Henry was downstairs, but when I woke up, Jack was gone. Henry had taken his place.

Today is disgustingly humid, leftover from the rain. The air is so thick I swear I can see it dripping (a slight exaggeration acceptable under the circumstances). Once in a while, the leaves are blown about then they just sit. Thunderstorms are predicted.

I didn’t get my dump sticker. I didn’t include a copy of my registration. I’m going to have to find a place that makes copies. I have until June 15th to get the sticker.

I feel out of sorts, a bit disconnected. I find myself talking to the animals and the TV. Henry waits until I finish then he wanders. Jack jumps up for pats as does Gwen when I visit. I tend to raise my voice at the TV, never the animals.

Henry wouldn’t come into the den. He had a look, one I recognize and hate, his fearful look. His tail was between his legs. When I see that, I always figure something happened, and he thinks he’ll get punished. I looked around. Henry had thrown up on the living room floor. I cleaned it up then gently told poor Henry what a good dog he is. His tail finally wagged. He is a happy dog again. I wish I could find the people who did this to him, to my sweet boy. He is on the couch now and is deep asleep.

I have declared today a cleaning free day. Let the dust abide.

The rain is light. It was expected. The temperature is 69˚. The low for the day will be 62˚. I’ve been out and about the last two days so I’m staying home today though I still need to buy flowers and herbs for the garden and the deck boxes. I’m thinking Monday.

Yesterday I swept then washed the kitchen floor, just in time for today’s rain and new Henry paw prints.

Henry keeps chasing poor Jack. He jumps at him and purposely lands right behind Jack all the way down the hall. Poor Jack’s little legs move so fast they’re a blur. Henry is having fun. You can see it in his face. Poor Jack jumps on the table, his sanctuary. I pat Poor Jack, and he always falls asleep purring.

My big chore for today is to put all the lantern glass through the dishwasher. Yesterday I noticed how dusty they are, especially the ones in the dining room. I’m thinking this is a symptom. Seriously, who makes plans to wash lantern glass. How bored must this woman be?

Saltines were a stable of my childhood. I used to crush them into my soup, and I used so many the liquid was always absorbed. My father, my sister and I ate canned sardines on Saltines. I find that disgusting now. I can still see those headless fish crammed into the can and packed with olive oil. How could I have eaten those fish? Saltines slathered with peanut butter were a favorite snack of mine. Sometimes I made a fluffernutter with the crackers when I added marshmallow. Why this cracker conversation you’re probably wondering? I bought a box of Saltines, but I didn’t buy any fish.

Today is another warm, sunny day. I have to go out again in a bit, but I’m not complaining. The traffic on the side roads was light yesterday. It took me only fifteen or so minutes to get to Hyannis, and I never waited more than a single light cycle.

I was on the deck with Henry for a little while, but he got bored and went back inside through the dog door. He has used the door to come inside twice already today, but this afternoon, he’ll revert and look through the door for me to come and open it. He drives me crazy with that door.

The white lights on the deck rail died so I had to order some. Meanwhile, at night, Henry would not go out on the dark deck until I turned on the back door light. Seriously, he wouldn’t go out. He’d just stand there looking at me. But as soon as I’d turn on the light, out he’d go. Last night, the new lights were lit so Henry was out the dog door. I had to let him in.

The cleaning schedule for today is vacuuming downstairs. I just saw a dust ball which could wreak havoc on Earth should it get loose.

I did have a few sloth days in a row. I just couldn’t bring myself to do anything. Staying inside was taking its toll. That’s when I forced myself to make lists again. I figured I needed a purpose. Yesterday I had a list of places I needed to go. I finished four out of the five.

The cats have been with me nearly a year. Henry has been with me 2 years. Gwen wanders around up stairs and often comes down a few stairs to meow at me. Every night she waits for my final visit. I pat her, and she is a purring machine. The two cats get treats then I fill the dishes and clean the litter. I noticed I need to vacuum the littered floor again. Walking on it gives me a beach vibe.

Today is sunny and warm with a breeze. It will be in the low 60’s, but I don’t care. I’m bored. Yesterday I went upstairs to get my sweatshirt and ended up cleaning the bathroom, even the tub. Sheer madness must be next behind bathroom cleaning.

When I was a kid, I’d whine to my mother about being bored. She’d tell me to go out, but it wasn’t a helpful suggestion. She wanted me and my whining gone.

If Jack were a llama, he’d be ready to be shaved. I’ve been removing more clumps from him. If he sees scissors, he runs.

Last night I ordered dinner. Once a week I pick a restaurant for delivery. It is my treat for lasting another week stuck in the house with no human contact. On those nights, I do eat well. Last night it was Italian from Alberto’s in Hyannis. I dined on manicotti shells stuffed with lobster, shrimp, scallops, parmigiano, pecorino romano, & ricotta cheese topped with tomato, béchamel & mozzarella and I ordered a side of garlic bread. I used a cloth napkin. I wasn’t just eating. I was dining.

When he was really old, Duke, our boxer, used to sleep in my room. My bedroom was on the first floor so he didn’t have to use stairs. He slept on the fuzzy white rug, the one with a corner chewed off, compliments of my hamster when the rug got too close to his cage. Duke used to make noises. He’d lick parts of his anatomy, and it drove me crazy, but he was old and deserved to enjoy his life so I just put the pillow over my ears.

My mother never made us eat food we didn’t like, not even forcing a taste or one bite. You all know I don’t eat beans. Mostly I don’t eat oval shaped beans like Lima, kidney or black beans, lots of oval beans. I eat green beans, but I don’t think of them as beans. They look like pods though not Invasion of the Body Snatchers pods. I’m glad of that.

Tomorrow is a busy day. I have a Zoom uke class in the morning and, in the afternoon, a doctor’s appointment. I can actually go there. The office is in Hyannis. I’m breaking out.

I have a weird sleep pattern. I am an extreme night owl. I am awake until 2:30 or 3:30 then I sleep until 11 on most days. My sisters make jokes when they call, always after 11. “Did I wake you up?”

This morning, around 2, I couldn’t find anything I wanted to watch. Disaster movies seemed too real, the same with zombie movies. I ended up watching a World War II movie for about 20 minutes until I got bored. I think I had seen that movie, but even if I hadn’t, I knew the ending. I looked through my photos next and that got me thinking about Ghana. I wrote this around 3 AM. I called it Memories:

When I was twenty-one, I was brave. 

In Ghana I had a motorcycle. It was only a Honda C50, a series I don’t see any more though I expect there are probably many on the roads in Ghana. I loved my motorcycle. It was the freedom to go where I wanted. My first trip was when I bought it. I had to ride it from Tamale to Bolga, a trip a bit over 100 miles. Before I left the Honda dealer, I had to learn how to ride, use the brake and shift gears. That first ride was amazing. 

Every morning, in Ghana, as I was waking up, I could smell wood fires. I could hear the poundings of mortars and pestles as breakfast was being prepared. I could feel the heat. All my senses were alive to the mornings in Ghana. 

I played a game in Ghana. I know it has a few different names. You’ve probably seen the board which has two sides, with holes on each side and beans or small stones in the holes. In Ghana it is called an Oware game. It was usually played with the beans. I have an Oware board, a very old one, but it never helped me. I seldom won. I couldn’t see all those counts in front of me. The game in Ghana was usually played at tables and chairs outside a local bar, not like our bars, different somehow. I’d sit down and watch. They’d have me play a few times. I always lost. They were kind.

I changed the background on my computer. It is now the same photo I posted today of the inside of the bus we rode from downtown Philadelphia to the airport to get our flight to Ghana in June 1969. I can see myself, and I can see people I’d soon meet: Emma, with whom I’d be stationed for only a year, and Roger and Dale who would be posted together near me in Navrongo. Kalman, standing in the back, would not make it home. Every guy wore a shirt with a collar and many wore ties and a few wore jackets. We wore dresses or skirts and blouses as the information sheets had directed.

At the hotel, I had brought my luggage downstairs. From then on the guys took care of it. There were a lot of guys. They piled the luggage on the sidewalk then passed it along from one to another to load the luggage in the back of the buses. They unloaded at the airport the same way and left the luggage on the sidewalk. We’d next see the piles of luggage at Kotoka Airport in Accra. Nobody lost luggage. It was a charter flight on an airline with just us.

It is the longest flight in time I have ever taken. That seems right somehow.

The sun is glinting through the leaves. The sky is blue and clear of clouds. The wind is blowing. It is 62˚, just about the high for the day. I have tentatively scheduled a dump run. It depends on my mood.

Yesterday I ran the dry mop through all the downstairs rooms and picked up the clumps of fur. I sleeved the dusty tables. I do need to wash the kitchen floor, and I’ll do that later today. Every day I clean. Dust is endless.

I bought some ice cream, some mint chocolate chip. For a long time that was my flavor of choice then I switched to mocha chip. I think I have some hot fudge in the fridge. I’m working toward a sundae.

My father worked for an ice cream company, for Hood’s. He became the manager in Hyannis which is why we moved to the cape. His building was at the north end of Hyannis. That first summer we lived here, I’d hitch to Hyannis, wander around and then get a ride home from him. The bookstore was my favorite place to loiter. It was in an old house, and each room had a different category of books. I remember the travel books were in the back by windows which looked on the yard. There was a merry go round on the lawn outside the door. Across the street was a Grant’s and a Zayre’s. Back then downtown Hyannis had plenty of stores. There was and still is a penny candy store. In the old days, the candy was really a penny. Now it is a nickel or a dime. I wonder why they still call it penny candy.

Harry’s was the name of the restaurant which much later took over my father’s building. I brought my mother there for lunch. My father’s office had become part of the kitchen. It was a strange transformation. We ate Cajun.

Today the skies are partly sunny. It rained last night. The high could reach the 70’s. The low will be in the 50’s, probably tonight. I’m staying home today. Tomorrow is dump day because I don’t have my new sticker yet. I did leave my application, the check and a SASE at the town hall.

Last night I was sitting here in the den. The table light was on. It cast shadows on the wall. The windows was open, but it was quiet. Jack was sleeping on the chair and snoring. Henry was curled in a ball at the end of the couch and was also sleeping. It was a perfect moment.

I never saw the launch or the landing on the moon of Apollo 11. I listened to it on the radio during Peace Corps training. One giant leap lost a bit being just audio.

Yesterday I gave Henry a running commentary of my day just to hear my voice. Henry was not impressed by my conversation so I called my sister, but there was no answer.

When I was a kid, I was a wanderer. I loved riding around. Sometimes, now, when I visit my sister, I take the familiar routes of my childhood. I drive from school to Washington Ave. and my house. The route is the same I took every school day for eight years, but the settings have changed. I remember the cute house where two of my drill team friends lived. That is gone now, replaced by a brick apartment building. I think I would hate it if my house disappeared. The railroad tracks and the station house are gone. The trains still ran when I was a kid. My old house is the same except the trees and bushes are so tall. They were barely taller than I was back then. Uptown has changed and lots of restaurants have taken over. The movie theater is still there but has been renovated for plays. An Indian restaurant sits where the Children’s Corner used to be. An Asian fusion restaurant is around the corner. A Thai restaurant is down the street from the square. The China Moon is where it has always been. My sister and I have tried them all. I am partial to the Thai restaurant first then to the Indian.

I feel as if I’ve gotten dressed, but I didn’t. I took a shower and put on clean around the house clothes. That’s about as dressy as I want to be.