Posted September 16, 2021 by katry
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“All our wisdom is stored in the trees.”

Posted September 16, 2021 by katry
Categories: Musings

Last night I fell asleep on the den couch. Thunder woke me and the two dogs who were sleeping beside me. It was a rolling thunder which just kept going and going. Both dogs checked the ceiling then the window. It started pouring. The top of the couch was already wet. Both dogs took a seat, one on each side of me, and leaned. Neither one moved until the thunder stopped. It was five and still dark. The three of us, Nala, Henry and I, went back to sleep to the sound of the rain on the window behind the couch.

The rain is intermittent, and more thunder showers are predicted. The morning is chilly and damp at 67˚, the high for the day. I had planned a dump run, but I’m postponing that until tomorrow. Nothing about the day is inviting. The only item on today’s dance card is a nap. Now, that is inviting.

Yesterday I watched a video of a ride through Bolga, my town in Ghana. I named the places out loud I recognized as the video played. The Hotel d’Bull is still a hotel but has been renamed, air conditioned and reconfigured including a small internet cafe of sorts, maybe four computers, in what was once part of a bar. In the courtyard the blank, white wall on which movies were shown is gone as are the tiers of concrete seats facing the wall. The Hotel d’Bull was my night out. I’d buy a roof seat across from the screen. I sat at a round metal table with matching chairs, almost patio chairs except they were on the roof of a hotel in Africa, in Bolga. During the evening I bought dinner and a couple of Cokes. Dinner was a kabob for 20 pesewas, about 20 cents. The Coke was the same. I was brought a basin and water before and, later, after dinner so I could wash my hands. It still is the custom in some places, mostly on the road in chop bars, what they call local eateries in Ghana.

The video went a bit down the Bawku road, to the east, and up the Navrongo road, to the north. I had spent part of my training in Bawku teaching middle school and living with my Ghanaian family. I had friends in Navrongo, and I passed through the town on my way to what used to be Upper Volta, now Burkina Faso, and Ougadougou. The road from my house to Navrongo is still my favorite road in all of Northern Ghana. It is lined with trees. I was told mahogany trees. They were planted and are equally distant apart. In the rainy season they are covered in leaves which shade the road. People walk on both sides. Women carry goods to market. Old men walk with canes. Every village, even small ones, have a market day so people are always walking.

I want one more trip to Ghana. Economic austerity begins now.


Blinded by the Light: Manfred Mann

Posted September 14, 2021 by katry
Categories: Video

I See The Light: Mandy Moore and Zachary Levi

Posted September 14, 2021 by katry
Categories: Video

I’m Beginning To See The Light: Ella Fitzgerald & The Ink Spots

Posted September 14, 2021 by katry
Categories: Video

City Of Blinding Lights: U2

Posted September 14, 2021 by katry
Categories: Video

Posted September 14, 2021 by katry
Categories: photo

“We talked of mice, the cat and I, and of the importance of napping.”

Posted September 14, 2021 by katry
Categories: Musings

Today was a chase Nala day. I got a small delivery in three bags. One bag had several items. Another bag had two frozen items, and the third bag had chips and wafer cookies, chocolate wafer cookies to make it even worse. I heard the bag, the chip and cookie bag, being pulled through the dog door with her. I ran outside and she was already off the deck. Henry didn’t see her either. I looked over the railing and saw her standing majestically with my bag of chips, sour cream and onion, in her mouth, both unopened. I slowly made my way down the stairs. She took off in a blur, chips in mouth. I got into the yard, but she was on the other side of the yard, on the other side of my very unkempt backyard filled mostly with tall brush. I stood my ground and offered treats as exchange. She got closer. She took off, a tease, a game I didn’t enjoy playing. Nala was all in. Finally, she dropped the chips where I could reach them. They were a little worse for wear, sort of crumbly from multiple trips around the backyard. Nala got her treat. I got my chips. I don’t know where the wafers are. They are on the list as having been delivered. I need to check the bag in the yard, but I don’t really want to trash pick today, even for the possibility for chocolate.

Today looked like fall. Today felt like fall. Google says it is 76, but it feels chillier in the shade: chillier is better than colder I guess. The sun appears infrequently as slanted light through the trees in my backyard. The summer light, which was scattered and diffused through the same trees, covered the whole backyard. This change in light signals the change in seasons when dark comes early and stays long.

When I was a kid, Tuesday was no big deal. Wednesday and Thursday were’t either. They were regular days with the same pattern for each day. It was wake up for school, eat breakfast, get dressed in my school uniform, walk to school, sit in school for a bit, eat lunch, have recess, sit for more, walk home, play, do homework, eat dinner, watch TV then go to bed to maybe read a bit, then, finally, turn out the light and go to sleep. If that list sounded boring, it was. There were no surprises. Rain and snow didn’t change anything unless it was a lot of snow, a snow day of snow, mostly an overnight event, and snow days were rare. We did stay in for recess on a wet day. We could talk and walk around the room. I got soaked if I walked home in the rain and frozen if I walked home in the snow. I liked the rain better. My clothes and I got dried quickly. Snowflakes, wet and icy on shoes and clothes, took longer to dry. Snuggling in bed under lots of covers and reading under the bedlam were my favorite ways to get dry. Often I fell asleep. I slept wonderful naps, comfy and warm naps, my favorite sort of naps still.

A Cup Of Coffee, A Sandwich, And You: Gertrude Lawrence, Jack Buchanan

Posted September 13, 2021 by katry
Categories: Video

The Ham-Sandwich Song: Von Newcomb

Posted September 13, 2021 by katry
Categories: Video


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