Posted October 26, 2020 by katry
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“In order to see birds it is necessary to become a part of the silence.”

Posted October 26, 2020 by katry
Categories: Musings

One o’clock has come and gone. Henry is sleeping on the couch but Jack, the cat, is restless. He is on the table, and his tail keeps sweeping across the computer screen. It’s driving me crazy. Meanwhile, Gwen is on one of the stairs, maybe the third from the top, meowing. She does that every night. She bemoans her fate.

My heat just went on. It is set at the night time temperature of 65˚ so the house is really cold. I need a nose muff.

When I was a kid, my school shoes had laces. I could tie the laces, but it took me a while to learn to make the bows tight. Until then, I was just glad I could make the bow. Tension was never part of the execution.

End of Part I

Today is an ugly day. I could give you so many reasons for ugly, but I’ll just grouse about the weather for now. It is on and off raining. It is dark and still and quiet. It is a good day to be home.

Massachusetts is a political outcast. It always gets ignored by both presidential candidates. Trump knows it is a waste of time to try to court Massachusetts voters. Babies are born blue in this state. Biden knows he needs to be elsewhere. Massachusetts is safe for him. After all, we were the only state to vote for McGovern, a matter of pride for me.

I love my slippers. For years I have been wearing wool clogs. My current clogs are grey. Most of the time I forget to change into shoes when I go out so my slippers serve double duty. This morning my toe broke through the wool, my big toe. I almost cried.

My birds are back. The feeders need to be filled again. I like to watch the feeders from the window over the sink. The chickadees and titmice fly in and out constantly, an ever lasting loop of birds.

My laundry is becoming a B movie creature. Every day the pile gets bigger. Henry is starting to walk around it, wary the whole time. I’m thinking I’ll do it tomorrow, a Scarlet O’Hara tomorrow.

I gave Henry his new Halloween toy early. I let him see it then smell it then I slid it across the floor to him. Anything new is gradual with Henry. I just heard the toy squeal. Frankenstein dog toy has met its match.

I Don’t Stand A Ghost Of A Chance With You: Mildred Bailey

Posted October 25, 2020 by katry
Categories: Video

Skeleton In The Closet: Putney Dandridge

Posted October 25, 2020 by katry
Categories: Video

Spooks: Louis Armstrong

Posted October 25, 2020 by katry
Categories: Video

Dick Barton’s Rebels: Yes Baby, I’m Scared

Posted October 25, 2020 by katry
Categories: Video

Posted October 25, 2020 by katry
Categories: photo

“We’re all of us haunted and haunting.”

Posted October 25, 2020 by katry
Categories: Musings

Today is a good day to stay home. It’s cloudy and chilly. I think today is the day to recognize the start of sweatshirt weather.

Yesterday was the third day this week I’ve gotten dressed. That is a new pandemic age record for me. I didn’t make it to Agway, too many cars in the parking lot, so I went to the Dollar Store. That was a new experience. I kept looking for price tags. I’ve been inside far too long.

I can’t explain it, but I like the movie There’s No Business Like Show Business. After that admission, I almost think I should use a fake voice along with my mask. The big stars are Ethel Merman, Dan Dailey, Donald O’Connor, Johnny Ray, Mitzi Gaynor and Marilyn Monroe so you can see the appeal, or maybe not. Anyway, plot details include boarding school, a musical family, vaudeville, nuns, Work War II, a priest, singers and a sailor. The ending is worthy of a Hallmark movie. Just before I left for Ghana it was on TV again. I watched again.

Election night is coming. I have the menu chosen for my dinner that night. I’m going to have donkey pasta (not from a donkey but in the shape of a donkey) and donkey garlic bread. I’m going to keep champagne on ice just in case, and I’ll wear all blue. Prayers might also be in order.

Cue the music. Cue Rod. “It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition…” Okay, here’s where I come in. My evening ritual before I go to bed is not to shut down my computer but to shut the cover which essentially shuts the computer down. This morning when I got downstairs I heard voices coming from the den, coming, I thought, from the TV, but it was from my computer. I opened the cover but could not find an open program with voices. I shut the programs down and the voices disappeared only to be replaced by music, muted and strange. I thought it came from outside so I went around listening. Nope. I followed again. The sound came from my modem. It was playing music. Mind you, not the computer, just the modem. I’m beginning to feel haunted.

It Ain’t Worth the Lonely Road Back: The Pozo-Seco Singers

Posted October 24, 2020 by katry
Categories: Video

I’m A Lonely Little Petunia: Dick “Two Ton” Baker

Posted October 24, 2020 by katry
Categories: Video

Okay, there is a reason I chose this one. It was released in 1947, a stellar year, my year.


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