“The visions are fragmented and a dark cloud spreads like spilt ink across the pages of possible futures.”
Posted November 3, 2023 by katryCategories: Musings
Sorry for the lateness of the hour, but it was a busy morning. The plumber came back to check the water pressure in the kitchen. It was the faucet, my old faucet without the water on and off knobs.The actual faucet part was gunky. After that I had a uke concert, the last of the cowboys songs. What was amazing was they gave us a standing ovation, the first standing O!
This is time of year when the days stay warmish while the nights get cold. It is in the mid 50’s today and sunny. Fallen leaves cover everything. My driveway and deck are hidden. Most of the leaves are brown, their color gone. I figure winter has a hand in all of it, the leaves and the cold nights, warnings as to what is coming.
When I was growing up, walking to school was chilly this time of year. Sometimes I could see my breath. I wouldn’t wear my winter coat yet, but I always bundled in a few layers. I wore knee socks. I didn’t wear a hat. It wasn’t cold enough.
We went out for recess except when it rained. In the winter few of us took time for layering or even zipping or buttoning our coats. Recess time was too precious, but coats sometimes flew opened in the wind. If we jumped roped, the coats came off. They hindered red hot pepper and jumping and out of the swinging jump rope. Our cheeks were always rosy.
I feel like a character in some doomsday movie who’s being given signs of the apocalypse but doesn’t notice. The first sign was the death of my washing machine which still sits silent in the cellar. Second was the flood, a Biblical event. Next was the water heater. Last night it was the computer. There I was happily typing away when the computer went dead, went black. I tried to restart it, no luck. I waited and tried again, no luck. On the next try the update slide appeared then disappeared, replaced by blackness. That happened twice. I ruminated. I decide to check the adaptor. Hurrah, it wasn’t plugged in all the way. When I finally got my computer started, it was only 3% charged. I wonder what is next in my apocalyptic revelations.
Bill Bailey, Won’t You Please Come Home: Ella Fitzgerald
Posted November 2, 2023 by katryCategories: Video
Posted November 2, 2023 by katry
Categories: photo

My dog Duke in the backyard of the project. You can’t see my house. It is behind the camera



