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“I do not understand how anyone can live without one small place of enchantment to turn to.”

April 12, 2019

Today is cloudy and chilly, colder than it has been. Tomorrow is supposed to be warm. I hope so as I need a sunny, warm day.

Every time I think I’ve seen the worse black and white science fiction movie I see another. The one I’m watching now is Robot Monster, The Original Version. The monster has the body of an ape and wears a space suit sort of hemet. Bubbles are a plot device. Why, I have no idea. There are dinosaurs appearing twice, the same scene of two attacking one another. I could go on, but I don’t want to be a spoiler as I’m thinking this is a perfect film for a Saturday movie on the deck.

I need to be out today. Henry tested positive for Lyme so I need to pick up his pills, 28 days of pills. He has no symptoms so that’s a good thing.

When I was a kid, our town had a Chinese Restaurant aptly named the China Moon but affectionally called The Moon. It was considered exotic. Once in a while my parents ordered Chinese food. They told us that Chinese food was not for kids. We believed them until we were a bit older and tasted Chinese food. The Moon is still there.

Hago Harrington’s is a miniature golf course in my town. The course was built in 1950. I have played there many, many times, and I never seem to get any better. The lighthouse is my nemesis. There are three possible places at the bottom of the lighthouse for your ball to go through to the hole. I inevitably miss each of the three, and my ball bounces off the wood onto the walkway. I chase it down.

There used to be a big bowling alley. When I was in high school, a bunch of us would get together on a Friday or Saturday night to bowl. It was candlepin, three balls to a frame. We were all awful. I excelled at gutter balls. Despite my inability to bowl with any success, I was sorry when the bowling alley was replaced with a couple of businesses, one a Block Buster which also disappeared. A mostly take out place, The Liberty Bell Restaurant, is there now. The food is excellent.

Now, when I go to my hometown, I get a choice of restaurants including Chinese, Indian, Thai, Asian fusion and a few eclectic places. The town even has live theater. The Moon and the miniature golf course share a parking lot. A good afternoon is playing miniature golf and then eating Chinese at The Moon. The pleasure both bring is timeless.

“Last, but not least, avoid cliches like the plague.”

May 5, 2017

The morning sky is dark and the air is chilly. Rain’s coming, heavy rain. It should be here by early afternoon. I have to go out, but I hope to get home before the rain starts. Given the ominous sky, I’m not optimistic.

I’m watching The Beast from 20,000 Fathoms. The beast is a prehistoric creature awakened by an atomic blast at the North Pole. The film was made in 1953. One line made me chuckle. The radio news reported about a ship sunk by what one survivor described as a giant monster. The radio announcer wanted to know what the guy had been smoking. I’d like to know what the token female scientist was smoking when she went clothes shopping. Her wardrobe is ugly from the hat down. In one scene, people start running. A couple of guys by the river had seen the monster, and they were the first runners. Most of the people running have no idea why. They even knock a blind guy down. A policeman foolishly tried to shoot down the creature with his handgun. He got eaten for his efforts. A woman screamed.

Of late, my world has been small. I’ve mostly stayed home with Gracie. I don’t mind. The house is cozy and warm. I have movies to watch, books to read and plenty of crackers and cheese. The only chore left is that blasted laundry.

I have a pair of black and white saddle shoes. I bought them to go with a 50’s costume which included a poodle skirt. When I was in high school, I wore saddle shoes, lots of us did. Now I’m thinking maybe I ought to wear them again. Maybe I’ll be a trend setter. Now that is funny.

I was always a horrible bowler. Here we play candlepin with the small bowling balls, three to a frame. My mother belonged to a bowling league. The alley where she played is now a shoe store. Every Saturday she and my dad watched Bowling for Dollars. I would have needed to be tied and gagged before I’d watch bowling on TV or anywhere for that matter.

I’m not sure which plague it is, but I am in the midst of one. Moths are all over the house.  I kill them on walls and catch them with my hand. Maddie does her bit but they are quicker than she. The last few cold nights have helped as the moths are logy and easy to grab even in the air. There seem to be fewer. It may be the end.

You can never go home again, but the truth is you can never leave home, so it’s all right.”

September 21, 2012

It was only 5:00 when I reluctantly dragged myself out of bed. I am not a fan of this early in the morning. It is too reminiscent of my working days when every morning started in the dark, but I can now see a tiny glimmer of the morning light in the gray sky and that makes me glad.

It is as if I never went anywhere.

My town, where I grew up, has three churches on three street corners across from each other. The Catholic church is two blocks down the street. Both funeral homes are on the same street and are right beside each other. That street is convenient to all four churches. The police department, the town hall and the fire department are basically on the same block, one right after the other. When I was young, the fire and police were in the same building, but the town and the police department grew so the police needed their own building. The bowling alleys are gone now. There were once two, and each of them was candlepin, the kind of bowling where you use three small balls per frame. Candlepin bowling is a New England thing. We all grew up playing it, and the bowling alley was a spot for Friday nights with your friends. My town has a good Italian restaurant which is always filled. You need a reservation. It used to have only a Chinese restaurant, but now it has Thai and Indian restaurants. I have eaten at both, and the food is excellent. I know of two Dunkin’ Donuts and neither one has a drive-up window. There is no bakery and no bookstore, but there is a wonderful library built with money from Andrew Carnegie. I remember reading the plaque about that when I was standing in the doorway out of the rain when I was younger. The two golf courses are on the edges of the town in two different directions. I never knew anyone who played golf. My mother had her senior prom at the club house of one of those courses. I have never even seen it as it is off the road, and I’ve not had the inclination to go look. The movie theaters are gone, but the one from my Saturday matinée days is now a theater which presents wonderful plays. My sister and I have the tradition of seeing their Christmas play and then eating at that really good Italian restaurant.

My sister lives in my old town, and I don’t visit enough. The ride is only about an hour and a half, but I’m lazy about making the trip. I have to change that. When I do visit, I like to take a memory tour and ride the familiar streets. I go through uptown and check out the buildings and any changes, I go see the house where I grew up, my elementary school, the field where the park was and, on the way, I remember which friends lived where. I am reminded that it was wonderful place in which to grow up.


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