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“I like physics, but I love cartoons.”

July 5, 2016

Yesterday was a perfect July 4th. The weather was wonderful with a breeze strong enough to blow plates and napkins off the table. We had a barbecue which started with appetizers I had brought. One is a favorite, muhammara, which I learned how to make when I was in Marrakech. The other was brand new: a feta dip. It bumped the muhammara as the favorite. We played games, and I was the only one not to win a game. I got pegged the loser. Dinner was wonderful. We had chicken and sausage and pasta salad. A blueberry dessert topped off the meal. During dessert, we watched the Pops at the Hatch Shell. I think John Adams would have loved our celebration.

I woke up to the sound of rain. It was welcomed as it hasn’t rained in so long. At first it was just a few drops then it became a real rainstorm. The house was dark. My papers in double plastic got a bit wet and so did I when fetching those papers from the front yard.

Since then the rain has stopped and it is beginning to get lighter.  It is supposed to be humid today. The heat wave starts tomorrow. Here on the cape we’ll be cooler thanks to the ocean surrounding us.

This is a busy week for me. I actually have a few events on my usually empty dance card. First up is a concert to hear Ladysmith Black Mambazo. On Friday I have another play at the Cape Playhouse. It is The Music Man. I think I’m going to need a few naps!

My first play was at a theater in the round at the Melody Tent in Hyannis. It was The Unsinkable Molly Brown with Debby Reynolds. I was hooked. I found plays amazing. This led to a long time subscription seat at the Playhouse. I think it’s been twenty or twenty- five years.

I remember a Saturday entertainment night at my school in Ghana. The USAID guy had left a projector and a cartoon about food and germs. My students were so amazed by the cartoon they missed the message. They oohed and ahed that the fly looked so real. They didn’t notice it flew from the outhouse to the food on the table. They were as delighted with that cartoon as I had been with my first play. I learned that everything is indeed relative.

“Home-grown pears are best eaten in the bath – they’re so juicy, it’s the easiest way to stay clean!”

August 23, 2015

It is so quiet. The animals are having their morning naps, the birds aren’t singing and I don’t hear a sound from any house, not dishes, not voices, nothing. The air is still so even the leaves aren’t moving. The day is cloudy and damp. It rained yesterday and last night. The sun was out once this morning but disappeared quickly. It is the sort of day which saps my energy and makes me want to lie around and read or even nap.

If I were to rate the days of the week, Saturday would be my favorite day and Sunday my least favorite but Monday is close to Sunday at the bottom. This rating hasn’t changed since I was a kid. Saturday was the freest day of all. I had no obligations. I could do whatever I wanted. Cartoons and kids’ shows ruled the morning airwaves. I could eat my cereal in the living room in front of the TV. In the winter I could go to the movies. Saturday did have a few traditions like supper was always hot dogs, beans and brown bread. I think having that menu was a rule if you lived in New England. Saturday night was bath night. I never gave it a thought that we only had a bath once a week. I guess as long as the parts people saw were clean was enough until Saturday.

I can do anything I want any day of the week now so I try not to do much on Saturdays because it is a busy day around and about town. People are grocery shopping, doing other errands and going to the dump. This time of year tourists are coming and going as Saturday is change-over day. If you don’t go out early, you don’t go out at all. Mostly that means I stay home.

Movie night is tonight, postponed from last night. The crowd has two choices: The Haunting and What’s Up Doc? I’m hoping the vote is for the second movie. I could use the laughs.

“I like physics, but I love cartoons.”

February 3, 2014

When I woke up this morning, it was raining. By the time I was leaving to go to breakfast, about a half hour later, it was snowing. When I got in the car, it was just in time to hear the Cape and Islands NPR forecaster say the rain would be turning to snow later. About then someone should have looked out the window and readjusted that forecast just a bit. The announcer went on to say we are supposed to get around 3 inches of snow. I was a bit skeptical as those first flakes were wet and didn’t stick, but as I was driving home, I could see the snow was starting to cover the ground. From my window here in the den, the backyard looks like a winter wonderland (a word used with tongue in cheek). The pine branches have a layer of snow, and the snow is still falling heavily from the north. I’m not so skeptical any more.

I have no plans for today. Peapod will be by later with my groceries, and I’m clicking my heels in the air as my larder is about as empty as I can remember it ever being. The last three meals were eggs: an omelet with cheese, two over-easy and an egg salad sandwich. Thank God I am now out of eggs, but I am also out of bread and just about everything else. The animals have food as I went to Agway on Saturday. I took care of the dog, the cats and the birds. Today I take care of me.

Cartoons weren’t all that educational when I was a kid. Many were violent but in a funny way we knew wasn’t real. I can’t remember how many times I watched Road Runner use Acme dynamite on Coyote who always survived despite being flattened or blown up. Tom endlessly chased Jerry who was so much smarter unlike the mice I caught last winter in my eaves. They were suckers for peanut butter. I still love Rocky and Bullwinkle and appreciate their satirical and ironic humor far more now then I did as a kid. To me the best antagonists in any cartoons will always be Boris Badenov and Natasha Fatale. How many times did Elmer Fudd shoot himself with his shot-gun instead of shooting Bugs Bunny? Popeye was in his own way trying to be inspirational with all that spinach. He’d pop open the can and suck down the green slop which sailed from the can in an arc to his mouth. His arm muscles would grow and grow and Bluto would become history after one Popeye punch. I never did like spinach, but I did punch a couple of people, one in elementary school and one at Fenway Park.

I think my favorite cartoon was George of the Jungle which was on when I was in college. It definitely wasn’t meant for little kids. In one cartoon, George whacked the bad guy on his head with a thick club and announced, “I came. I saw and I conked him.” In another cartoon, the jungle was being redistricted by a character named Gerry Mander. What kid would get that reference when half the adults I know wouldn’t have? That was the fun of George of the Jungle.

“You busy-bodies have busied your last body.”

July 15, 2010

Yesterday afternoon, the heavens opened and the rain fell. The storm started gently then roared. I got soaked just going back and forth to the car twice. Gracie, being the smarter animal, didn’t even want to get out of the car, but she had no choice. I had the leash. When we got to the door, Gracie pushed in front of me and was the first one into the house. Why did I go back a second time? I forgot the dog food in the trunk.

The extended weather report in the paper says humid today, tonight, tomorrow and forever. It’s still cloudy, but the sun peeked out for a bit this mornings, and I expect it to rally. After all, what good is humidity without unbearable heat?

When I was a kid, I loved cartoons. I remember the Saturday matinee always had one before the main feature. Most times it was Elmer and Bugs, Woody Woodpecker or Tom and Jerry. They were old cartoons, but we didn’t care. They were still funny. Television too had its Saturday cartoons. “Here I come to save the day,” meant Mighty Mouse was on the attack and cats better run for cover. I still can sing that song, and I also know all the words to Felix the Cat, the wonderful, wonderful cat.

My favorite of all time is still Rocket J. Squirrel and Bullwinkle J. Moose, informally known as Rocky and Bullwinkle. Their cartoons were hysterical and filled with the worst puns even kids could get. I loved the cliffhangers and how the next cartoon always reminded us with a voice over of how we had left our stalwart heroes. But there was so much more to Rocky and Bullwinkle: Fractured Fairy Tales, Mister Peabody the dog genius with his pet boy Sherman, and my all time favorites, Boris Badenov and Natasha Fatale. I can still hear Boris yelling about getting moose and squirrel.

We baby boomers knew Russia could never win the cold war because we knew Boris, the most inept of spies, the world’s greatest no-goodnick, was always done in by a squirrel.

Today I was reading the paper about all the stuff, including the different gadgets, found in the house of those Russian spies in Cambridge. It all reminded of Boris. These spies had a Dr. Pepper can with a fake lid and a Coke can with a fake bottom. They also had a Sony PlayStation, cellphones, cameras, laptops, hard drives, memory sticks, pills and vitamins in a variety of colors and my personal favorite piece of spy gear, a bottle “that appeared to contain invisible ink…” I’m still wondering about that last one. I figure some FBI agent must have shaken the bottle.