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“This is the way the world ends; not with a bang or a whimper, but with zombies breaking down the back door.”

January 31, 2016

I can’t take it any more. I can’t take another political ad. It must be torture to live in Iowa right now. Yesterday as I watched my eighth or ninth ad, I wondered what we ought to call a group of politicians. Some of my favorite collective names are a murder of crows, a maelstrom of salamanders and a nest of vipers, all perfectly fitting politicians. I was leaning toward a nest of politicians figuring the vipers wouldn’t mind, they might even be honored, but then I found the perfect collective: an intrusion of politicians, borrowed from the cockroaches. That one fit all around. I also have a second choice just in case: a deceit as in a deceit of lapwings. Feel free to use either one.

It may reach 60˚ tomorrow and feel more like spring than winter. Today is already in the 50’s. We’re having a heat wave, a tropical heat wave is falling unbidden from the lips.

Zombies have trouble sitting upright. I just saw one try to get out of her coffin. I’m watching a 1943 black and white movie called Revenge of the Zombies. The evil doctor is really a German who is providing his services to Nazis. He has volunteered to provide an army which can’t be killed as they’re dead already. The Nazi is a caricature, a heel clicker. The setting is Louisiana. I never thought of it as a hotbed of spies, but I guess a zombie army was too good for any Nazi to pass up. The zombies are turned by some sort of swamp mud. The antidote is coffee though I don’t know if you can add cream and sugar. The movie is terrible so I like it. My favorite character is played by Mantan Moreland as Jeff, the driver for Scott and Larry, two of the main characters. Moreland was also the driver for Charlie Chan. Moreland sees dead bodies which are always gone by the time he gets Scott or Larry to check so they think he’s crazy and seeing things. Borland is wonderful and funny and plays up his part perfectly, “”Well, I’m sure there’s a logical scientific explanation for the proliferation of supposedly paranormal activity in this sector — er, I mean, lady they’s boogedy-boogs in the bushes!” I’ve learned Zombies walk slowly, speak in almost an echo and come when called. Good to know stuff.

“The sun has come out… and the air is vivid with spring light. “

March 13, 2015

I read it in the paper so it must be true. Spring is finally on its way. Although today’s forecasted high will be 32˚, there will be more sun, a sure sign of the changing season says the Cape Times. Fern agrees. She has started lying on the floor in a crescent of sunlight shining through the front door. Her fur is warm to the touch, on one side anyway.

Some of my deck furniture is no longer hidden by snow, and my road is almost completely clear of ice. Three more shoots and a whole section of grass have appeared in my front yard. The sky is the deepest of blues. More and more birds sing every morning. I get seed and flower catalogues every day in the mail. My papers are easy to retrieve. They are no longer sliding out of reach on piles of snow. I get out of bed happy to greet the morning, to welcome one day closer to spring.

Yesterday I went out to lunch, to a new place down cape. You sort of have to know where this place is as it doesn’t have a sign. It was filled with people who knew where and why. The food is excellent, the restaurant has wi-fi and offers lots of coffee drinks. I went with a cappuccino and a porchetta sandwich with pickled onions on a toasted ciabatta. It was a good choice.

The older I get, the longer my list of doctors. I refer to them as my stable of doctors because there is no group name. You just add an s to the singular which pales in comparison to a murder of crows or an intrusion of cockroaches. I seemed to have scheduled most of my stable for days in March. Two come with blood tests, the same tests, but they don’t share. Monday is my sixth month dental check up. I still do PT twice a week for my back. I suppose I should be glad that all parts of me get checked and probed. I just hope they don’t find anything, not even a cavity.