Only Love Can Break Your Heart: Neil Young 

Posted September 27, 2022 by katry
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Posted September 27, 2022 by katry
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“The broken bone, once set together, is stronger than ever.”

Posted September 27, 2022 by katry
Categories: Musings

Little is happening of late, after the mayhem of course. The dogs are enjoying their morning naps. I think I’ll join them in a bit. As for my hand, it still hurts, and it still makes life complicated. My left hand just doesn’t do. In order to bring my coffee to the den I rested the cup on my right hand and held it with my left. It jiggled. I was careful.

When I was a young kid, all of four, I broke my right wrist jumping off a fence backwards. I used my hands to brace my fall and ended up with a buckle fracture. I thought the cast was a badge of honor. Oddly enough, not more than a few years ago, I broke my wrist, the same wrist as before, but no badge of honor this time, no cast. My finger fracture is hidden by the wrap. I see the surgeon Saturday. I’ll also get to see my finger with all its gory details.

When I was growing up, I was an active kid. I was a brownie first then a girl scout. I even got my ten year pin. From the time I was ten until I left for the cape, I marched with St. Pat’s Shamrocks drill team. In the winter, we practiced at the armory, a really neat building. I used to bring index cards with French vocabulary and whatever else I had to memorize. At every break I studied my cards. We were learning our summer routine. In the summer, it seems my whole life revolved around drill. All my friends were in drill. We practiced a couple of times a week and competed on the weekends, sometimes both Saturday and Sunday. When we didn’t have a contest, we’d go to one to watch. I remember when we won our first championship. We got off the bus in the square and matched pass the fire station and the town hall to the schoolyard. They firemen blew the fire whistle as we marched pass their station. We were giddy.

I also remember the first time we ever placed at a contest. It was in Lawrence, and we came in second. I was so proud when I got home and told my parents. What I didn’t tell then was there were only two drill teams in the competition.

Sugartime: Kitty Wells

Posted September 26, 2022 by katry
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Chocolate Jesus: Tom Waits 

Posted September 26, 2022 by katry
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A Chocolate Sundae On A Saturday Night: Doris Day 

Posted September 26, 2022 by katry
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Savoy Truffle: The Beatles  

Posted September 26, 2022 by katry
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Posted September 26, 2022 by katry
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“A little chocolate a day keeps the doctor at bay”

Posted September 26, 2022 by katry
Categories: Musings

Last night the thunder was right over my house. Poor Nala shook. I was surprised as this was the first time she’s ever reacted to thunder, but it was loud and close. I put my arm around her, and she settled a bit. After the thunder stopped, the rain came. It was heavy at first and pounded my roof and windows. I listened and wished I had a metal roof. That’s about when I fell asleep.

My finger where the fracture was still hurts. I get quick painful knife thrusts mostly in the late evening and first thing in the morning. During the day it’s okay as long as I keep it still which is nigh impossible.

Today I have to go to the dump. The trash has been in the car since Thursday, and I have two more bags to add. I have a short grocery list with dog food topping that list. Not on the list but critical to my mental health and well-being is something gooey and sweet. I deserve it.

When I was in Ghana, gooey and sweet were rare. My treat was a bottle of Coke and a candy bar. I could buy a Ghanaian bar, a Golden Tree bar, but I preferred Cadbury, and I was on a Cadbury fruit and nut bar kick for a long while. My friend Bill and I would ride in the late afternoons on our “motos” to the DPS store around the corner, not far from our houses. It was always stocked with Coke and candy. This was not an every day event because of the cost so it was an Event with a capital E. I’ve told you before about the small girls selling bofrot or puff puffs from the box with glass sides they carried on their heads. The bofrot looked like donut holes and tasted like plain donuts. I could never resist. On each trip back to Ghana, they are what I look for second after kelewele, a plantain dish.

Nala got into the Jack’s room this morning. I hadn’t secured the gate. When I heard noises, I went to check and found packets of unopened cat food on the stairs. All the packets have pumpkin in them. Jack hates the food so Nala making off with one packet was wasting her burglary talents as I intend to mix the pumpkin with the dogs’ dry food. As my mother would have said, “Waste not, want not.”

I am watching Sharktopus. I think I gave away the whole plot by telling you the title.

Spoonful of Sugar: Julie Andrews

Posted September 25, 2022 by katry
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