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“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.

“To awaken quite alone in a strange town is one of the pleasantest sensations in the world.”

April 25, 2016

The day started grey but it is now sunny, not bright but sunny. It is also noisy with birds singing and calling. Monday always seems quiet to me. It’s the day to recuperate from the weekend and all the errands and chores and evenings with friends. I spent the morning with my neighbor. We chatted in English to improve her skills. The have/has problem is the one she can’t seem to shake. I explain it. She thinks about it, repeats it a few times, then a bit later says she have when telling me a story. I want to bang my head on the table. Maybe she’ll connect my head banging with has.

When I was a kid, it was easy to be happy. I had everything I wanted. I had a bike, ice skates, regular skates and a sled. The library was a good walk away but worth the walk. It was filled with books so I never wanted for something to read. I liked school so going every day was no big deal. I loved learning new things. My friends were neighborhood friends so we saw each other even day walking to and from school and on Saturdays for whatever we decided to do. I think it was when I was a teenager that I started to want more.

Clothes became important when I was older. We all wanted to look alike without looking alike. It was a strange conundrum. Transistor radios were a must, the smaller the better. Saddle shoes were in for a while, and I still have a pair of them. Maybe I ought to wear them. My Easter bonnet was a hit so maybe the shoes will be too. Back then only white sneakers would do. We wanted more. Discontentment replaced happiness. Envy was big.

I went through a few more transitions. One of my favorites was my overalls-flannel shirt phase. I wore them with high tops, pink high tops. Individuality had become more important.

I think the Peace Corps made me brave. I was living in a far different culture where I had to do most things on my own including traveling. I learned to be self-sufficient and a bit daring. When I told my family I was going to Morocco by myself, they chatted among themselves and were quite nervous. They even designated my brother-in-law Rod as the rescue person should I break a leg or need saving for some reason. They told me this when I got home. I thought it was pretty funny. I think, though, I should be thankful for a family with emergency back-ups plans for me when I travel. You never know!

“So true. You have to have the right shoes for the occasion.”

March 28, 2014

The snow has been disappearing and the grass and flowers reappearing. Dark clouds have taken over what had been a blue sky. We even had sun for a bit. It’s a little warmer than yesterday and will be even warmer, but rainy, tomorrow. Gracie and I are going out later to do a couple of errands. Right now, though, she’s sleeping, taking her usual morning nap on the couch.

When I was a kid, Duke, our boxer, wasn’t allowed on beds or the couch, but most mornings as we were walking down the stairs, we could hear him getting off the couch. Duke was into creature comforts and was a smart dog who knew how to get around the couch restriction. We never caught him on it. We were too loud coming down the stairs, and he was too quick.

My dogs have always slept on my bed at night and on the couch whenever. At night Gracie makes herself quite comfortable. She lies across the bottom of the bed, falls deeply asleep then starts snoring far too loudly. I push her with my foot and the snoring stops for a couple of minutes but then she starts snoring again so I push her again. She sometimes gets a bit annoyed so she moves up the bed, circles several times then lies down right beside me. She usually pushes the other pillow off the bed to give herself more room. I don’t love her beside me, but she doesn’t snore when she’s there so I put up with it and get as comfortable as I can despite the bed hog.

I used to love saddle shoes, and I still have a pair I bought about twenty or twenty-five years ago from a hole in the wall tiny shoe store filled with boxes up to the ceiling and piled on the floor. The owner was a whiz at finding anything. He was an old guy and the only one who ever worked there. I loved his store. It was like a trip back in time. He sat on a little stool in front of me, used his shoe horn to slide my feet into the shoes, checked to see how far up my toes were and then had me walk around his store. I bought a few pairs of shoes there, some I probably didn’t need, like the saddle shoes, but the little man was hard to resist. I think I’ve worn those saddle shoes twice in all these years, but they were well-worth the price just for the experience of shopping in that little store with all the boxes.


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