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April 30, 2013
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March 2, 2013The music will come later as I didn’t have time to post the songs this morning!
Winterlude: Bob Dylan
January 24, 2013“Winter either bites with its teeth or lashes with its tail.”
January 24, 2013It is 4˚ and with the wind chill -12˚. I woke up earlier than my programmed heater starts its job and the house was only 62˚.
The Cough and the Mouse is the name of today’s entry which sounds like something Aesop might have written though I’m at a loss as to the moral of the story. Perhaps there isn’t one. I lasted until 5 o’clock before the coughing forced me out of bed. I was sitting up hoping to fall back to sleep, but the mouse in the trap would have none of that. It, number 20, was trying to break out of his metal trap. No luck, just noise. I finally came downstairs figuring if I’m awake I might as well have a cup of coffee to greet the day, such as it is. As for the mouse, I know it will not survive the temperature no matter where I free it, but I don’t foresee a new pet, especially a rodent who chews wires, wood and whatever looks good in the cabinet.
The weather woman on this morning’s news is wearing a dress which makes her looked deformed. Her top half leans left while her bottom half leans right. I wonder if the people working with her have noticed or maybe the 5 o’clock news is far too early for fashion statements.
My mother told me a lot of things. I knew I had to stay out of the water for an hour after eating because all that food could cause cramps and maybe even drowning. Not true, we all learned later. This morning more of my mother’s warnings have been debunked. Going out with wet hair will not cause a cold as my mother claimed. Not only that, all my body heat does not escape through my head. Putting a hat on just keeps my head warm.
My cold persists. My cough is painful. I’m sucking on lozenges and taking cough medicine. When I feel cold, I wrap in an afghan which Gracie thinks is hers so she tries to yank it off me. She will not be successful. This time the human will prevail!
“Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year.”
December 31, 2012Today being the last day of the year and all I took a leisurely morning. First of all I woke up late, we’re talking 9:45 late, took my shower and then had an extra cup of coffee while reading the papers. I watched the birds from the window. It was like a convention of birds. One feeder had five goldfinches while other birds hovered just outside of it waiting for their seats at the counter. I felt bad for the doves as I had nothing for them. I have to go to Agway later to get Gracie food, sunflower seeds and thistle so I’ll also pick up a bag of assorted seeds to throw down for the doves. I’m so glad I filled the feeders the other day as the birds aren’t likely to find anything to eat with the snow.
Nope, I haven’t made a single resolution. Last year was a great year, and I didn’t make any resolutions then either. I’ll just let my life meander. That seems to work just fine.
I would like a trip this new year, but I have to go somewhere close and cheap. The last two Ghana trips depleted my savings, and I need some time to rebuild. Also, I’d like one more trip to Ghana, probably my last, in a couple of years, and that’s another reason for close and cheap. My friends Bill and Peg are going back to Ghana and Bolga in the fall. They mentioned that Duane, another volunteer with us from way back, would also like to go Ghana but he hasn’t yet planned the when. He was posted about 100 miles from us in Tamale, and I used to see him on my trips there, to the “big” city. He’ll have a bit of culture shock when he sees how big Tamale has gotten. It even has a store which sells real cheese.
I have no plans for tonight. My sister and I were laughing about that. In the old days, neither one of us would have been caught dead at home on New Year’s Eve. We’d be partying some place or many places, and we’d be wearing those silly hats and blowing horns. Tonight I’ll celebrate at home and be quite content. I’m thinking a bit of champagne and maybe even some shrimp. Just because I’m home doesn’t mean I can’t spoil myself!
Happy New Year, my friends. May this year be the best year!
“The cold cut like a many bladed knife”
December 28, 2012The rain is gone and so too is my sloth day. Today I have to do all those errands I’ve been putting off including the dump. I couldn’t go there in the rain, but now I have to weather the Siberian steppes for that’s what the dump feels like when the day is cold and the wind is blowing, a day like today. I have no choice though. My trunk is filled with cardboard, papers, bottles and trash. Gracie will be thrilled. I will freeze.
The birds are especially active today. All sorts are flying in and out of the feeders. I saw a flicker at the new suet feeder which is meant for larger birds with long tails, and the flicker looked comfortable. The small birds seem to enjoy the suet feeder where they eat upside down. I saw a wren or at least a relative of the wren this morning at the sunflower seeds. By the looks of the crowds, I’ll have to refill a couple of the feeders later today. I’ll also have to look for my bird bath heater in the cellar.
My friends gave me a new feeder and peanuts for that feeder. I have been hesitant to use it, though, as I fear it will attract every spawn of Satan for miles around, but I’ve come up with a solution. I’ll put the new feeder with the peanuts on the feeder pole below the deck. The pole has a spawn baffle so they can’t climb up, and it is nowhere near a branch from which they can drop down. Spawns of Satan 0-me 1.
The sunlight is winter sharp and the wind is blowing. The creaky top branches of the scrub pine and oak are bending. One pine tree looks so unsteady all the way down its trunk that the whole tree seems to sway. Already the backyard has fallen branches from pines, victims of the wind from the other night. The brown leaves still clinging to the oak seem impervious to the wind. They sway but never fall.
When my mother was dressing me to go out and play and before I was old enough to remember to hold the cuffs of my shirts, my mother used to have to reach up my sleeves and pull down the cuffs so the sleeves would unscrunch, all because she was a believer in layering. First came the long sleeve shirt then the sweater then the winter coat. On my feet were two pairs of socks then my shoes then my mother straining to get the boots over the shoes. I remember thinking it was fun to walk with the boots half on. I don’t think my mother was too amused.
I think today is a day for bundling, for wearing layers to keep the cold at bay. No boots though.
More Music!
December 22, 2012Come on back later as I’ll add a couple of more, but right now I need to get going to see my movie!
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