Posted March 31, 2020 by katry
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“A cloudy day or a little sunshine have as great an influence on many constitutions as the most recent blessings or misfortunes.”

Posted March 31, 2020 by katry
Categories: Musings

It is cloudy, the same as it is most days. My weather has become cliché. You’d think Mother Nature would realize we need a sunny day. I want to sit on my deck. I want to feel the warmth of the sun on my body. I want the sun to reinvigorate my soul.

I watched War of the Colossal Beast this morning. It was as bad as I expected so I loved it, but it got it weird at the end when the black and white picture was in color for the last few minutes. The Colossal Man, having regained his memory, realized what he’d become so Glenn aka the Colossal Man decided to grab all the electric wires and electrocute himself. When he grabbed the wires, sparks flew, and his body shook. That’s when it became colorized.

I saw one of the neighborhood kids yesterday, the first I’ve seen. He was riding his bike on the street. He never got close to me. He turned around and went back toward his house.

All the trash is in the car. I’ll go tomorrow.

Yesterday I went out to do an errand. I went to the candy store to pick up Easter candy. I called first, gave her my credit card number and my order. It was curbside pick up. I didn’t even get dressed. I went in my cozies. Life has changed dramatically.

Dunkin’ was open yesterday. I craved a Boston cream donut so I stopped. I also wanted a lemon but there were no lemon. I ordered toasted coconut. None of those either. I ordered the classic jelly. She told me to move to the window. I paid and gave her a tip, and she gave me my coffee and donuts. She said there was a gift. She had given me a half dozen assorted donuts including classic jelly and Boston Cream. I had some in the afternoon, had classic jelly after dinner and had a donut this morning. Henry has shared the largess.

A box of trash bags I ordered from Amazon came today. They were not wrapped. The label with the address was on the front of the box. It was strange for only a minute or two. Not so much is strange anymore.

Crooked Piece of Time: Todd Snider

Posted March 30, 2020 by katry
Categories: Video

Speed Of The Sound Of Loneliness: Nanci Griffith

Posted March 30, 2020 by katry
Categories: Video

Long Monday: Drew Holcomb & The Neighbors

Posted March 30, 2020 by katry
Categories: Video

Hello in There: John Prine

Posted March 30, 2020 by katry
Categories: Video

John Prine is in a critical condition in hospital after a sudden onset of coronavirus symptoms.

Posted March 30, 2020 by katry
Categories: photo

“Can’t you shut that dog up?” The boy gave me a pitying look. “Not really,” he said. “Vlad’s a believer in free speech.”

Posted March 30, 2020 by katry
Categories: Musings

Last night it poured. I could hear the rain hitting the roof. Henry went out anyway. He doesn’t seem to mind rain.

I never did go to the dump. The rain came. I did do my laundry. One load is still in the dryer. I’ll get it later. All the clothes are parts of my quarantine wardrobe: t-shirts, sweatshirts and flannel pants. None of the dirty clothes were for outside. I washed three sets of sheets. I hated folding them even though I had looked up on YouTube how to fold a fitted sheet. I watched twice. I failed miserably.

When I was a kid, I never noticed my mother cleaning or doing laundry except in the summer when I was home from school. During the rest of the year, she did all the house stuff while I was in school. She didn’t drive until we lived on the cape so she either walked or stayed home. I remember her pushing a carriage uptown. Not driving was common. Most of the neighborhood mothers didn’t drive. My mother eventually learned, and we became a two car family.

My mother had an eclectic collection of silverware and unlatching plates. The only plates which matched were Melmac with sheaves of wheat as decorations. Those plates lasted forever. I have bought a few items which are exactly like ones my mother had. She was with me when I found the tulip nesting bowls. There are three of them. My mother’s held mash potatoes and green beans and appeared every Sunday on the table at dinner. Mine are on the fridge top and are rarely used. I have a pitcher and six glasses of red-ware. My mother had some plates. I bought the pitcher at an antique store and the glasses were a Christmas gift. I don’t know what happened to my mother’s plates.

Both cats are upstairs sleeping. Henry is down here with me and is barking incessantly. When I tell him to stop, he runs from the living room to the den doorway and gives me a look, a sort of incredulous look at my having dared to quiet him down then he goes back to the door and his barking.

I’m going out later. I have to go to the post office. I’m wondering how that will work. I need to buy padded envelopes to send Easter to Colorado. I’m also going to stop at Dunkin’. I’m craving a Boston Cream Donut.

I found out Henry is barking with a purpose. There are trucks on the street in front of my neighbor’s house and one behind his house. I also saw a small front end loader digging a hole in the back. I almost barked. It is the most interesting thing I’ve seen in a couple of weeks.

I Wanna Be Sedated: Ramones

Posted March 29, 2020 by katry
Categories: Video

I Get A Kick Out Of You: Frank Sinatra

Posted March 29, 2020 by katry
Categories: Video