Mr. Moon: Tim Gearan

Posted July 15, 2019 by katry
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Destination Moon: Nat King Cole

Posted July 15, 2019 by katry
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Posted July 15, 2019 by katry
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“We are all star stuff.”

Posted July 15, 2019 by katry
Categories: Musings

The dog and the turkeys conspired to wake me up just after dawn. Henry stretched and his paw got me in the cheek. I could hear the turkeys. I decided I was more tired than curious so I went back to sleep. It was just after 8 when I woke up. The day was already lovely and warm but tending to hot. I fed the three pets and watered the deck plants then I corralled Henry to go with me to Dunkin for my coffee. I was glad. Henry wasn’t.

Tonight is the first movie night. We are later than usual due to other commitments and cold nights. I have a couple of possibilities for the movie, but I am leaning toward Capricorn One. It fits nicely into celebrating our accomplishments in space.

When I was a kid, I loved being out at night. I could see fireflies in the field below my house. The sky was full of stars. I could see the man in the moon. He was always smiling. I used to lie on the grass and look at the sky hoping to see a shooting star. Sometimes I did, and I always made a wish.

In Ghana is where I saw a sky so filled with stars you could read by their light. It was awesome. Some nights I’d sit outside by the rocks just beyond the back of my house craning my neck to see the sky. During the hottest time of the year, I used to sleep outside. I always saw a shooting star. Loving Ghana is easy.

Renters have moved in next door. They came on Saturday. I heard little kid’s voices so I looked out the window like a nosy old lady. I was glad to see a family as they never seem to be loud at night.

I have a few errands today. I’m okay with that as yesterday was a sloth day. I am over the trauma of last week except my fridge still freezes everything. I guess not everything can be perfect.

I Felt the Chill Before the Winter Came: Elvis Costello

Posted July 14, 2019 by katry
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Cold As Ice: Foreigner

Posted July 14, 2019 by katry
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Hazy Shade of Winter (feat. Ray Toro): Gerard Way

Posted July 14, 2019 by katry
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Early Morning Cold Taxi: The Who

Posted July 14, 2019 by katry
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Posted July 14, 2019 by katry
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“Never kick a fresh turd on a hot day.”

Posted July 14, 2019 by katry
Categories: Musings

Today my world has been righted. The line at Dunkin Donuts was short. I enjoyed two medium coffees as soon as I got home. My house is cool. Outside is hot so I’m quite comfortable.

My car’s air conditioning went off abruptly while I was in line for coffee. Immediately I thought bad karma had returned. Nope, I had hit the button when I was rummaging around for money. I turned the AC back on, “All’s right with the world!”

You’d swear I was abusing my animals if you had watched them at breakfast this morning. For the cats, I gave them fresh water, a full bowl of dry food and two cans of wet food. The big cat went right to the dish and started eating. When I got downstairs, I let Henry out and gave him his breakfast, his dry food. He came back inside and immediately began eating. When was the last time these poor animals ate? That would be last night.

When I was a kid, it was my brother’s chore to feed the dog. Duke ate two cans of dog food, horse meat in those days, every morning, but many mornings my mother ended up feeding Duke, my brother being remiss. Sometimes I did. I still remember how awful that food smelled.

My father didn’t like baseball or basketball. He loved watching hockey and football. One year we gave him a Christmas gift of a year of Bruins’ hockey. He was thrilled. My mother wasn’t so she bought him a small TV so he could watch upstairs. He never did. He watched on the big TV in living room. My mother went upstairs.

When I was growing up, I never noticed how hot the days got. I played softball all summer, walked to the town pool, a walk of a couple of miles, rode my bike and fell asleep without a fan. My sisters used to run through the sprinkler. The water was always cold at first, and they yelped, but the water felt warmer the wetter they got. I always thought of that as a kid thing.

In Ghana, in Bolga, I didn’t buy a fan, not wanting to spend the money. In the afternoon, when the day was the hottest, the post office and some stores closed. They reopened a few hours later. I learned to take it easy during these hours. I’d stay inside and read or even nap. I got used to the heat. That’s just the way it was. When other volunteers from the south visited, they couldn’t abide the heat and couldn’t imagine living in Bolga. I couldn’t imagine living anywhere else. I love Bolga despite the harmattan, the humidity and all its heat. It was my home.