Posted June 14, 2021 by katry
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“If summer had one defining scent, it’d definitely be the smell of barbecue.”

Posted June 14, 2021 by katry
Categories: Musings

It is a cool morning at 69˚ but another lovely day. Rain is predicted, but I have trouble believing the weatherman given the beauty of the morning. My to-do list for today includes the dump now that I have my sticker. I can hardly wait.

My father took charge of the barrels on trash day when I was a kid. I remember him dressed for work in his top coat and fedora dragging the barrels out of the cellar. He’d drag them back in when he got home, always late. He was never home for dinner. My father worked a long day. We never saw much of him during the week. On Saturdays I loved going with him to do errands. My favorite place was the Chinese laundry. It was in a small building on a corner in the square. The long broad iron was on the right in front of a window as you came inside. I remember the steam rising from it when the laundryman ironed. There was a big counter as you walked in with shelves behind it which held cleaned shirts and stuff wrapped in brown paper. My father always had his shirts cleaned. He wore only white shirts to work.

When I was young, we had hot dogs and hamburgers off the grill for Saturday suppers in the summer. We had corn. My father ate his corn typewriter fashion. I was mesmerized. When we were older, my mother expanded the menu. She had sausages, Italian and Chinese, steak tips and chicken. I was partial to the chicken and the Chinese sausages. My father manned the hibachi. They never had a big grill by choice. He’d sit outside have a drink or two and watch the meat. My father was the consummate grill master. My mother made all the sides. She made a great potato salad, and I loved her peppers and onions.

Nala is a chewer and a digger. The other day when I got home I found a chewed pen and some chewed trash she had pulled from the bag. She dug a hole beside the driveway deep enough to hide a body.

Last night around 12:30 I started to clear the den. I went through some boxes, threw all sorts of stuff away and filled a trash bag, just what I needed, another trash bag. The den looks neater. I did the test, the walk in, to see how it looked. I did that about three times moving stuff each time. Finally, I sat down for a bit. It was around 1:30. I hate this compulsion to clean. I think I need an exorcist.

Snake Man: The Doobie Brothers

Posted June 13, 2021 by katry
Categories: Video

The Snake and the Bookworm: Cliff Richard and the Shadows

Posted June 13, 2021 by katry
Categories: Video

The Snake: Isley Brothers

Posted June 13, 2021 by katry
Categories: Video

Crawlin’ King Snake: Big Joe Williams

Posted June 13, 2021 by katry
Categories: Video

Posted June 13, 2021 by katry
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“Round and round they went with their snakes, snakily…”

Posted June 13, 2021 by katry
Categories: Musings

Last night got downright cold. I shut the windows downstairs but left the ones in my bedroom open. That was a mistake. The dogs hogged all the covers. I burrowed as far as I could but was still a bit chilly. This morning, when I went out to get the papers, I was surprised how warm it feels outside. It is 75˚, the high for the day. Tonight will get down to the 50’s. I could go out today or not. I haven’t yet decided.

Yesterday I cleaned a bit. Downstairs got vacuumed. I cleaned all the bark and pieces of branches Nala brought inside for chewing purposes. One branch was about 2 or 3 feet long. She dragged it through the dog door. The kitchen floor is all muddy paw prints. I’ll clean that today. Upstairs I vacuumed and cleaned the cats’ room and the bathroom. The bathroom toilet seat had cat hair on it I suspect from Jack’s drinking at the toilet, his indoor fountain. The bathroom floor had small clumps of cat hair. The bathroom is pristine for now.

When I was a kid, I was never afraid of spiders or bugs. I didn’t believe the darning needle bugs would really sew my lips together. I thought girls who screamed at bugs were silly. I could understand being afraid of a swarm of killer bees attacking but not much else. I did get stung by a bee once, but that didn’t scar me for life. In Ghana I was wary but not afraid. Centipedes were the longest bugs I had ever seen. Flies were plentiful. I remember watching a wide swath of ants travel across the school compound. Those ants were better left alone. Snakes never scared me when I was a kid. I had seen garter snakes in the garden and knew they were harmless. We used to pick them up and sometimes keep them a while. In Ghana I saw boas. They were scary. The one I remember the most ate a live chicken. When I was teaching one time, a few students coming back from the latrine starting pelting stones at the ground beside the classroom block steps. They were killing a poisonous snake. Life was seldom dull in Ghana.

Yellow Submarine: The Beatles

Posted June 12, 2021 by katry
Categories: Video

Corner Store: Jonathan Richman

Posted June 12, 2021 by katry
Categories: Video


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