End Of The Line: The Traveling Wilburys

Posted November 5, 2019 by katry
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Posted November 5, 2019 by katry
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“Adventure is worthwhile.”

Posted November 5, 2019 by katry
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I’m late again, but this time I have a good reason. I went to the dentist. Two of my teeth broke. I have no memory of them breaking so it was probably at night. My dentist has decided to bond one and put a cap on the other. That will be on Monday.

Today is an ugly day. On my way back from the dentist, I could see a giant black cloud moving closer. Soon enough the rain started. It came slowly at first, intermittent wiper rain, then the rain got heavier, full blown wiper rain. Finally, just as I got home, it poured. I got wet.

Henry ran outside, turned around and came right back inside. He got soaked. Poor Henry!

Peace Corps owned a couple of Land Rovers, the same sort you’d see in National Geographic crossing the desert in a sort of safari. Even as a kid, I always thought of them as vehicles of adventure. Whenever we could, we’d hitch a ride with Peace Corps staff. I remember sitting in the back of the Rover as we drove through Accra and rounded Ring Road Circle. I took a picture. It was blurry and lopsided. Another time I rode in the Rover back to Accra from Dixcove after our mid-year conference. I had lived in Africa one whole year. Bolga, my town, was as familiar to me as the town where I grew up. I could bargain in the market speaking Hausa. I rode a camel in the desert. I was an adventurer in a Land Rover.

When I was a kid, the pictures in my geography book were the best part. I got to see other places, other countries. I remember the picture of Christ the Redeemer in Rio. The statue looked almost other worldly standing there atop a hill with his arms outspread and his head looking down at the city. I stood below that statue on my trip to Rio.

When I was eleven, I vowed to travel the world. Given that the only person in my family who had traveled was my father during World War II, this vow, this promise, seemed farfetched, but I don’t take promises lightly. Ten years later, I was in Africa, fulfilling that promise.

Mr. Sandman: The Chordettes

Posted November 4, 2019 by katry
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Daysleeper: R.E.M.

Posted November 4, 2019 by katry
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Sleep The Clock Around: Belle and Sebastian

Posted November 4, 2019 by katry
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I’m Only Sleeping: The Beatles

Posted November 4, 2019 by katry
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Posted November 4, 2019 by katry
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“We all need empty hours in our lives or we will have no time to create or dream.”

Posted November 4, 2019 by katry
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My mornings are leisurely. Henry is up first. I let him out then get his breakfast. He stands on his tippy toes and sort of dances while he waits. I make my coffee then go get the papers. One cup for each paper. Henry falls asleep while Jack just hangs around. Gwen is upstairs. I’ll go later and pat her and feed the kitties.

When I was a kid, we always just had a dog. My father didn’t like cats. He had no reason. When I was in high school, I was gifted with a kitten. My father was away all week working in Maine so my mother told him about the kitten. He said it better be gone when he gets home. It wasn’t. The kitten and my father were introduced to each other. The kitten purred and licked my father. That was it. The kitten stayed. After that, my family always had cats.

It got cold last night, and it is still chilly, only 49˚, but that’s no matter as the day is lovely with a bright sun. The breeze has gone. All the leaves are motionless on their branches.

I have started to eat cereal again but not my childhood favorite, Rice Krispies. I’m into Raisin Bran but Raisin Brand Crunch, the original, and Raisin Brand Crunch, vanilla and almonds. I always thought only old people ate Raisin Bran for their digestive health. I just like it.

When I was a kid, the Sears catalog still held sway. The toy section of it became well worn. Some toys had circles. Some had stars. Pages were dog-eared. I remember writing down the names of the toys I wanted so I could give Santa an accurate account of my Christmas wishes. My brother and sisters did the same. All of us wrote letters to Santa.

I have a few things going this week. My first ukulele lesson is on Wednesday. I have a dentist appointment Wednesday afternoon. The cat goes to the vets on Friday. I’m exhausted just thinking about it. I think I’m going to need naps after such a full week.

Katherine of Oregon: Al Stewart

Posted November 3, 2019 by katry
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