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“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.

“Don’t go into Mr. McGregor’s garden: your Father had an accident there; he was put in a pie by Mrs. McGregor.”

May 7, 2012

I feel a bit like the Black Knight in Monty Python and the Holy Grail only it’s the mechanical I’m losing, not my arms or legs. First it was the computer going haywire. Okay, I thought, I can work around that until I get it to the computer emergency room. Then the speaker wire died, frayed at the connection to the computer end, and now all is silent. Well, I figured I’ll just choose music I know well was my Pollyanna, the glad game response. Last night I went to go to the store and found I had a flat tire. AAA came and now my car has the donut until I can go to the station to have the tire checked. I walk on tenterhooks around my house leery and afraid of what could be next. My microwave makes unearthly sounds when I turn it on so that may well be on its last legs. It wouldn’t surprise me. Nothing much does any more.

Today is warm and beautiful. It is 63° with only the slightest breeze. The oak leaves are much larger now and are light green with a touch of red. I saw a couple of nests in the backyard so the birds have been busy spooning and building. Yesterday I saw a baby rabbit munching on my neighbor’s tulips. I’m betting its mother or father was the rabbit who stood outside the  backyard fence for the longest time just staring at Gracie who was so crazy to get that rabbit she kept trying to jump the fence. Maybe Gracie needs an Elmer Fudd hat and a rifle.

Polliwogs, frogs, grasshoppers and birds were the only wildlife I saw around my neighborhood while I was growing up. A rabbit would have been cause for excitement and a crowd of kids trying their best to be still and quiet to keep the rabbit around for a while. Yesterday I ran at the rabbit to scare it away. Now the rabbit is a nuisance who drives my dog crazy and eats my flowers. Adulthood brings such a different perspective.

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