Earlier I had an errand at a local library which is the reason for the lateness of my post. I got dressed and left even before I’d finished the papers. It was sunny and 45˚ when I got into the car. All of a sudden it was cloudy and rainy, a light rain at first then a heavy rain then it stopped almost as quickly as it had begun. Now the sky is cloudy and a strong wind is blowing. I don’t care. I’m home and comfortable and going nowhere.

Here is my bad movie for the day: 500 MPH Storm. The scientist saves us all by directing a beam at they of the storm. He is with his wife and teenage son, probably 17 or so, saving them from the storm. The kid is a whiner castigating his father the whole way. He cries and calls for his mother. I’d have let the storm take the kid. I began to think of him as storm bait, maybe a sacrifice like a virgin thrown into a volcano to please the gods.

Winter makes me lazy. A freezing day keeps me inside. I want warmth and comfort. I want chicken noodle soup or maybe tomato soup and a grilled cheese sandwich. I want my afghan wrapped around me and my dog beside me. Languid is the word of the day.

I don’t mind eating the apple peel, and I like the crusts of bread toasted. I used to spit out orange seeds. Now there aren’t any. Because I hate cutting around the pit of a mango, I looked it up on Google and watched a video, but I still think a mango is a lot of work. Bananas should be peeled from the opposite end of the pointed tip. Most people don’t peel their bananas that way. Monkeys do. You need a sharp knife to cut a pineapple. I buy already cut fresh pineapple. It’s far easier. When I eat fruit, I have to share with Henry. His favorite is kiwi.

This tribute is from last year’s Martin Luther King Day.

Today is Martin Luther King Day. These are excerpts from Martin Luther King’s speech delivered on August 28, 1963 at the Lincoln Memorial during the March on Washington.

“And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal.”

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today!

And this will be the day — this will be the day when all of God’s children will be able to sing with new meaning:

My country ’tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. 

Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim’s pride, 

From every mountainside, let freedom ring! 

And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.”