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“Birds are the eyes of heaven, and flies are the spies of hell.”

September 18, 2017

About a month ago my friend’s house was infiltrated by flies, large, noisy flies. She sat armed and ready to smack any fly within her range of vision. I helped by doing reconnaissance. Neither of us could figure out where the flies had come from. Well, the flies have moved here so I am now suffering through the first plague of South Dennis. The flies, big, ugly flies with green bodies are all over the house, at least down stairs here where I can see them. I am also armed with a rolled up newspaper. Last night I counted ten of them roosting, sort of roosting, on my ceiling. Any that alighted on the window or any other surface was unceremoniously dispatched. By the time I went to bed there were only three on the ceiling, but then came this morning. I have slain at least five of them and shooed three or four more out the front door, but more are by the closed windows in the living room hoping to escape. I don’t see any here in the den. Perhaps the bodies of their comrades are warning them to stay away (I know they aren’t sentient, but I can still hold on to a false hope).

I abided flies in Ghana. They were a part of living there. Few were in my house, but the market was filled with flies. I had to ignore them or I would never have bought meat. Ponder that for a while.

My laundry is being brought down here where it will sit leaning against the cellar door until I get tired of looking at it. From past experiences, that could be a while. When I worked, I had to do all my errands and chores on the weekends when I had the most time. Everything always got done. Now I figure I have eons of time so I procrastinate.

Yesterday I went to my neighbors’ son’s tenth birthday party. It was great fun, and I got to sit and chat with my other neighbors whom I usually just see driving by my house when we just wave at each other. The food at the party was spectacular: tasty chicken wings, sausages, steak, white rice, plantains and Brazilian chicken salad. The last two dishes came from The Brazilian Grill in Hyannis. My neighbor always gets plantain knowing how much I like it. We all sang Happy Birthday to Branden. First we all sang in English then the Brazilian guests sang in Portuguese. What I like is everyone always claps during the singing of each song. We all got to drink Caipirinhas, Brazil’s national cocktail. It is made with cachaça (there) and vodka (here), sugar and lime. The limes are muddled with brown sugar then ice and vodka are added. I had a few. We all did.

I have nothing on my dance card for today except maybe finish the book I’m reading so I can go to the library tomorrow and get more. I did fill the bird feeders this morning so I do have a sense of accomplishment. I’ll take that as enough for today.

“House, n. A hollow edifice erected for the habitation of man, rat, mouse, beetle, cockroach, fly, mosquito, flea, bacillus, and microbe.”

September 19, 2015

Ditto yesterday’s weather as it is still hot and humid today. I put the AC on in my bedroom last night and today I may go full house as I can feel the dampness from the humidity.

My next door neighbor is having a seventh birthday party for her son, and I am going to help. We had planned it together on Monday, and the plan is nearly complete. A bouncy house has been inflated in her backyard. Blue and white balloons are strung along the deck rail. She has sent her husband for cupcakes, helium balloons and trinkets for the kids’ bags, and I have sent over my hot dog machine. I just have to wrap his gift. I hope he doesn’t mind Christmas paper as that’s all I seem to have.

More than not I leave my bed unmade. My mother always made our beds when we were kids. It was like the shoemaker and the elves. I’d leave my unmade bed in the morning and come home to a made bed. It was a miracle! In Ghana my bed got made everyday by Thomas who worked for me. Now I find leaving the bed unmade is healthy. It seems that, “Something as simple as leaving a bed unmade during the day can remove moisture from the sheets and mattress so the mites will dehydrate and eventually die.”I knew there were mites but it still makes me a bit queasy to think the average bed could be home to up to 1.5 million house dust mites. I warn you to stop here if you get a bit wonky when it comes to bugs as the next piece of information is totally disgusting, “The bugs, which are less than a millimetre long, feed on scales of human skin and produce allergens which are easily inhaled during sleep.”That almost sounds like a plot from the B science fiction movies I love. You go to bed healthy and get eaten as you sleep. A clean skeleton is all that’s found in the morning. It seems I now have a good defense for not making my bed. It is for health reasons.

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