Science Fiction Double Feature: Rocky Horror Picture Show
Posted August 1, 2025 by katryCategories: Video
”Some of my best leading men have been dogs and horses.”
Posted August 1, 2025 by katryCategories: Musings
Tags: dogs, Lassie, movies, Old Yeller, rain
We didn’t get the thunder, but we got the rain. The storm started around 1:30. Henry ran out before bedtime, but Nala went out and turned right around. The rain got heavy quickly. The night was chilly, a shut your windows sort of night.
This morning is damp and cold. It is only 64° and won’t get much higher. The day is dark. The sky is all clouds, but no rain is predicted, just an ugly day.
When I was really young, my mother read Golden Books to me. My favorite was Henny Penny, and I demanded she read it to me all the time. I loved all the rhyming names like Turkey Lurky, Goosey Loosey and the villain, Foxy Loxy. Poor Henny believed the sky was falling when an acorn hit her on the head. She told all the other animals who got frightened so they followed her to tell the king. Now, I hadn’t read this book in years, but one Christmas my mother put a copy of it in my stocking. I read it with glee until the ending. I had forgotten the ending, purposely I think. At the end, the animals follow Foxy Loxy to his lair. He eats them all except for Henny Penny. She escapes. I don’t know what attracted me to this story. It can’t be the tragic ending. I’m thinking it’s the rhymes.
My dogs are having their morning naps. Each is sleeping on one side of the couch. I am in the middle. I remember Lassie Come Home. It was the very first Sunday movie. Lassie is sold. His poor family needed the money. Joe, who loved Lassie, was inconsolable. Lassie is taken hundreds of miles away to Scotland to stop her from escaping to go home. She escapes anyway but with help. Lassie survives a violent storm and dog catchers but makes it home. Old Yeller made me cry, probably still would, but I don’t choose to watch it. Many movie goers won’t watch a movie if a dog dies. People can die, just not dogs. I remember the movie Volcano. The dog made it. Grandma died. A website called Doggone will tell you if a dog dies in a movie. It gets a lot of traffic.
My dance card is empty until Monday. I get to loll around the house and eat bonbons, yes on the lolling but not really on the bonbons though I wish it were so.
“Take rest; a field that has rested gives a bountiful crop.”
Posted July 31, 2025 by katryCategories: Musings
Tags: dance cards, girl scouts, hiking, nature, sloths, summer
The sky is darkening. Thunder showers are predicted. I believe it this time. The rain will start light but is supposed to get heavy tonight. Rain is quite welcomed. My grass is barn hay. I hand water my deck flowers. It has been a long time since the last rain.
I am a prisoner of the AC. My house is delightfully cool while outside is humid and hot. The only problem is I have to keep the backdoor closed. I swear the dogs are conspiring against me. I have to get up and open the door to let them out and in. They know this. Sometimes they are out for a few minutes while other times they just stand on the deck and look around. I shut the door behind me but don’t close it completely. Nala will bang the door to summon me. Henry will just stand there so I have to keep checking for him. They’ll come in but want out minutes later. I curse all the way to the back door.
When I was a kid, summer was my favorite season. Every day was open to new discoveries, new adventures.
One summer I went to Girl Scout day camp. Camp Aleska was across the street from the zoo and up a dirt road. It was surrounded by huge trees, many of them big old pine. In the front were the spots for each age group. Each spot had a walkway with small rocks on each side and a picnic table. I was in the oldest group. Our site was the furthest away from the camp house. We did crafts, hiked and had swimming lessons. We sang. Girl Scouts always sing.
One summer I was a junior counselor. They gave me my own group. I had no adult leader. I had little kids, the children of the counselors. We sat on small chairs at tables under the trees right beside the lodge. I had to get creative. We drew, colored, played games, took short hikes, heard stories and we sang. At the end of camp, each unit had to present. My kids sang a song with hand gestures. We practiced every day. They forgot most of it anyway, but their cuteness saved them.
My dance card is empty until Monday. I figure the sloth in me will have full rein. I’m going to read and maybe vacuum when the dogs’ fur balls get to be a frightening size, like the monsters of a B science fiction movie along the lines of Attack of the Killer Tomatoes. I will watch movies and the Red Sox. I will eat popcorn and chocolate. I will wear my cozies all day. I will contentedly sigh a lot.
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