Rain On The Roof & Summer In The City: The Lovin’ Spoonful

Posted February 4, 2023 by katry
Categories: Video

In The Summertime:  Mungo Jerry

Posted February 4, 2023 by katry
Categories: Video

Posted February 4, 2023 by katry
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“Do you realize if it weren’t for Edison we’d be watching TV by candlelight?”

Posted February 4, 2023 by katry
Categories: Musings

Misery fills my day. The temperature, the real, not feels like, was 2° when I woke up. The house was a bit chilly, think mid 60’s, so now the heat is blasting. As for last night, around 2:30 or so, I was reading in bed when the electricity died. I decided to nestle under the covers with the dogs and go to sleep, but only a few minutes later the lights went on, and I could hear the heat. This morning is when sheer misery entered my life. My TV died during the night. The poor old thing probably couldn’t handle the quick on and off of electricity. I am bereft. It feels as if I’ve been thrown back in time to the days before TV. I will hunt for a new one, and until I find what I want and can afford, I’ll watch TV on my laptop.

When I was a kid, we first lived in South Boston. I have flashes of memories from back then when I was all of two or maybe three or four. I remember playing in the yard filled with clothes lines, and I can still see in my mind’s eye the building where my mother brought me for nursery school. It was made of brick and was across the street from our building. I don’t remember leaving, but I guess I just went out the door and went home. My mother brought me back, and I left again. It was the same the next day. I never went back. That was my first school experience.

Still in South Boston, the neighbors got the first TV. They used to open their apartment door so all the other neighbors could watch. It was like a movie theater with lines of chairs in the hall. It was miraculous.

I don’t remember when we got our first TV, but I also don’t remember a time before TV. The first TV I remember was in a giant cabinet with two doors. The set itself was small. We had an antenna on the roof and rabbit ears inside, but, regardless, the TV picture was often streaked with lines, and it flickered. I don’t think I cared. It was miraculous.

When I was in Ghana, I didn’t miss TV. I had a cassette player sent to me by my family during my first year. They had also sent maybe five or six cassettes. I played them most nights. Music and reading were my evening entertainments. I was quite content. I hope the same for now!!!

Cold Rain & Snow: Grateful Dead

Posted February 3, 2023 by katry
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Frosty The Snowman: Perry Como

Posted February 3, 2023 by katry
Categories: Video

Tenth Avenue Freeze-Out: Bruce Springsteen

Posted February 3, 2023 by katry
Categories: Video

Cold as Ice: Foreigner

Posted February 3, 2023 by katry
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Posted February 3, 2023 by katry
Categories: photo

“Commas, like nuns, often travel in pairs.”

Posted February 3, 2023 by katry
Categories: Musings

Cold doesn’t describe today. Frigid gets closer. Right now it is 21°. Add the wind and the temperature drops to a single digit, 7°. Tonight the high will be 14° and the low-7. I got my papers and yesterday’s mail this morning, and I can attest to the cold. I doubt there are enough layers to keep me warm so I have no intention of going out today. I won’t even get dressed. I may have to bake some brownies or something else sweet as I have nothing in the house. Chocolate would make today near perfect.

Yesterday afternoon I toyed with a nap. I put my book and glasses on the table and settled on the couch. I think I drifted off then I heard a noise. I checked. There she was, Miss Nala, looking at me with my glasses in her mouth and a proud look on her face. I asked her to drop it, which she sometimes does, and I mentioned a treat, but she ran out the backdoor. A few minutes later Nala came in for her treat, no glasses in her mouth. By then it was getting dark so I took my lantern and went outside. I held it close to the deck and hunted. I found my glasses in a small drift of snow. The only damage is one ear piece bent a bit. I know you’re probably thinking why did I put them where the queen of felonies could steal them. The glasses have always been put on that on the table. We’re talking years. I have no inkling as to why she steals what she steals except for the food. She found my carefully hidden stash of animal crackers. I am still devastated.

When I was a kid, I went to St. Patrick’s Grammar School from grades one to eight. I remember two teachers more than others. The first was my sixth grade teacher, Miss Quilter. She made everything come alive. She made me want to be the best I could be. The other was Sister Hildegard. She was my eighth grade teacher. She should have been retired. I used to leave school a few hours early. I never sneaked out but always told her where I was going. She’d wave her hand in dismissal, and I was gone usually with my friend Jimmy. Sister Hildegard did not enjoy my classmates and me. She accused of collusion with the devil. She used to say when we graduated she’d write across the backboard in giant letters, “Thank God they’re gone.”


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