The music wil be quite late today so you’ll just have to come by again. I’m going to see the new Star Trek and my choices are 11:55 or 7:15 tonight so I’m leaving in a few minutes. Please do drop by later!
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Where’s the Music?
May 17, 2013” The bicycle, the bicycle surely, should always be the vehicle of novelists and poets.”
May 13, 2013My house was chilly this morning as I had left windows opened all night. It’s a beautiful day, sunny and warmer than my house. While the coffee was brewing, I stood outside a while overseeing my vast estate. Gracie has dug a few more holes. She unearthed a huge Schlitz can. That one amazes me as I don’t drink beer, and I don’t know anyone who drinks Schlitz. I guess Gracie found herself a treasure.
I had a delightful Mother’s Day. My friend Tony invited his wife and me to dinner. The table was set so beautifully and beside each plate was a box of chocolates. We started with shrimp cocktail. The entrée was pork, mashed potatoes and salad. I love mashed potatoes, and his were scrumptious. Dessert was a lime chiffon pie made by Tony. The cosmos were delicious. After dinner we played Phase 10 and Sorry. Clare won Phase 10, and I won both games of Sorry. The crowd went wild!
Today feels like a workday Monday. I was tired when I woke up, and I had to drag myself downstairs. I actually could go back to bed for a nap. I wish I were one of my cats as both of them are now having their morning naps. Gracie too is asleep but in her crate.
I remember learning to ride my bike without using my hands. I’d stick my arms out for balance, and I could ride for a long time without needing to use the handlebars as long as it was a straightway. Turning corners was far more difficult. I had to learn to lean my body to get the bike to turn left or right, but I was never really great at it. Usually I had to grab the handlebars quickly or fall over. In my mind’s eye, though, I can still see myself, proud as anything, riding without touching the handlebars. I wanted everyone to notice. If I had known the word smug back then, it would have perfectly described me.
My brother played farm team little league baseball. Those teams didn’t get uniforms but got t-shirts and hats. They played at school fields, not the little league park. My brother’s team played at the East School. I used to go his practices because his coach would let me play. I played first base or third as I was quick with the glove and could throw from third to first. I could also hit. I remember hitting a double and sliding into second. It was a thrill for me, the sliding. I felt like a big leaguer. I think it is the only time I ever slid into a base, even when I played softball.
My pants were filthy after that slide, but I thought them worthy of being framed, but they weren’t. My mother threw them into the mashing machine and all evidence of my triumph disappeared in the soapy water.
Music!!
April 30, 2013Tunes will be late today!!
Music
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!
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