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A Luddite?

July 9, 2017

Okay, now it seems my iPad hates me. It took the longest time for this site to load. I am considering becoming a Luddite.

Last night we laughed our way through The Black Scorpion and thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. The worst part of the scorpion was how much it drooled. The movie took place in Mexico, but luckily everyone spoke English. The film was made in 1957 and had every cheesy special effect. The black scorpion was mighty ugly with beady eyes and a couple of rows of teeth. The jeep moved but the background never did.

Dinner last night was perfect for a movie on the deck. The onions were sweet, the sausage delicious. The salad had all sorts of wonderful tastes: Parmesan crisis, candied walnuts, cherry tomatoes, dried cranberries and a lemon honey vinaigrette. Dessert was movie candy.

The night was lovely with a cooling breeze. The trees are so full that my neighbors’ houses disappear. No one else was out. We had the whole evening to ourselves.

I found a place to bring my laptop. It is open today and takes walk ins. I will finish here and hit the road and hope to have all of Coffee back for later today. I miss my music and the photos.

Until then!!

“Fate chooses our relatives, we choose our friends.”

May 8, 2017

This morning is chilly. My heat went on earlier. The sky is peppered with clouds. I’m thinking it’s a day to stay close to home. Luckily I have everything I need and everything Maddie and Gracie need.

When I was a kid, the future was a day or two away.  Once in a while, I’d be asked what I wanted to be when I grew up. That always took me aback so I chose saying teacher just to have a ready answer. I actually had no idea. I was still planning what I’d do on Saturday. I always thought that was a silly question. People like my aunt the nun asked it because they had no idea how to talk to a kid. How’s school was their other question. Good, the great non-descriptor, was my answer.

My father used to drag us to Connecticut once a year to visit my aunt the nun. She was my father’s older sister. Getting there was quite a production. We’d wear our play clothes until my father stopped at a brick highway rest stop in Connecticut where my mother cleaned us up and we put on church clothes. My aunt was always a nun to me as she became one before I was born. Those were the days of black and white habits and wimples. My aunt never seemed comfortable with our visits. Mostly she just paid attention to my father whom she called brother. He hated that. I remember how quiet the convent was. A nun would deliver cookies and lemonade almost without making a sound. She just whished. Part of the visit was always a tour of the school where my aunt taught. We’d follow behind her from the convent to the school like ducklings behind their mother. The tour was always boring. We knew what schools looked like and hers was no different, but we were glad to be moving not just sitting in the reception living room. We’d finish the tour and then go back to the convent to say our goodbyes until next year. I swear we all let out sighs of relief, even my father, as we were leaving.

I was never close to that aunt even after she ditched the habit. She used to come from Connecticut every year to spend Christmas with my parents. We were all nice to her in a stilted sort of way knowing my cousins were favored and we were abided.

My father often said you could pick your nose but not your relatives. I always thought that was gross but he was right. I offer up my aunt the nun as proof.