“The visions are fragmented and a dark cloud spreads like spilt ink across the pages of possible futures.”

Posted November 3, 2023 by katry
Categories: 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.

Our House: Madness

Posted November 2, 2023 by katry
Categories: Video

Bill Bailey, Won’t You Please Come Home: Ella Fitzgerald

Posted November 2, 2023 by katry
Categories: Video

She’s Leaving Home: The Beatles

Posted November 2, 2023 by katry
Categories: Video

Home Of The Blues: Johnny Cash

Posted November 2, 2023 by katry
Categories: 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

“Home is where you feel loved, appreciated, and safe.”

Posted November 2, 2023 by katry
Categories: Just Because

Today and tonight will be in the 40’s. The weekend will be in the low 6o’s, but I know the cold is coming. It is nearly winter after all. Today is a bit drab and raw. The sky is now cloudy though we did have sun for a while, and it is supposed to return. I’m just a little impatient. There is a wind. I can hear the creaking of the pines.

This Halloween I had more trick or treaters than I’ve ever had. I only had two candy bars left, a Milky Way and a Snickers. If you think that seems a bit serendipitous, you’d be right. I saved them for myself. I even gave out all the bags of pencils and stuff. One little girl, after I told her there were stickers, yelled to her mother in the street, “I got stickers.”

Halloween is on the counter ready for the bins. I always think it’s sad when any decorations are put away. A bit of color is gone. I do have Thanksgiving bins so I’ll be on the hunt for them in the cellar.

I don’t remember decorating for Thanksgiving when I was a kid. I suspect we may have put the cute little cardboard Pilgrim couple on the picture window and maybe a cornucopia or two bursting with veggies. We never counted the days until Thanksgiving. The best parts of it were the days off from school and the parade. Turkey always seemed the meal which never ended, the meal which lasted days from the roasted bird to the soup.

When I was a kid, my after school ensemble in winter was always girly jeans, the ones with the zipper in the side pocket, and a long sleeve shirt, a plaid flannel shirt. I wore sneakers except in the snow. The sneakers were the low white ones with sort of pointed toes. They were always a bit dirty even after wearing them only once.

The house in the project was small, especially the kitchen. The living room held a couch, a table, one chair and the TV console which took up one whole corner. There were three bedrooms. There were six of us. My sisters and I only noticed the house was small in retrospect.

In the project, all of our families were pretty much the same. Most mothers didn’t work. There were no two car families. None of our parents went to college. They were the high school generation. Every father was a veteran of World War II. The backs doors always slammed when the kids ran out to play. They were also the means of communication, a chorus of mothers always yelled out the back door. I loved living in the project.

Skeletons In The Closet: Louis Armstrong

Posted October 31, 2023 by katry
Categories: Video

Mysterious Mose: Betty Boop

Posted October 31, 2023 by katry
Categories: Uncategorized

Posted October 31, 2023 by katry
Categories: photo