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” If ants are such busy workers, how come they find time to go to all the picnics?”

March 23, 2012

A damp, cloudy day has replaced our two days of summer. It is 57° which is still quite warm, but it’s no deck day. From my window, I can see pine trunks and branches dark against the light grey sky. A slight breeze flutters the dangling dead oak leaves. It’s a sweatshirt day.

Yesterday TCM was b&w 1950’s science fiction day. I watched a behemoth rise from the Thames and a glob of radioactivity melt people. The best of the films was THEM!, the giant ant movie, one of my all time favorites. I haven’t seen it in a while, but I still remembered some of the dialogue. “Make me a sergeant in charge of the booze,” is one of its memorable lines. At the beginning of the film, the regular size ants eating the sugar on the floor of the destroyed shop is a great scene and the only hint of what is to come. Pat Medford, the lady PhD, got off the plane wearing a suit, a hat and white gloves while Robert Graham aka James Arness, the FBI hero, constantly complained about the desert heat but never took off his fedora. Before the Big Dig, as you went through the South Station tunnel in Boston, you could hear, bouncing off the walls, the exact sound the ants made. I always listened for it as I drove through.

In Ghana, some of the ant hills are taller than people. They always looked like something out of a science fiction movie to me. The hills, made out of sand, are different shapes: some look like the sand castles we used to build on the beach while others resemble stalagmites which rise from the savannah like conical sand icicles. I never stopped to see the ants by the hills, but once during training an army of ants marched across the school grounds. The column was about a foot wide, but I have no idea how long it was as I had to pull myself away to go teach. I watched as long as I could. Some of the ants carried leaves while others carried food of some sort. We’d put a leaf in the middle of the column, but it never deterred the ants who’d move around it on the two sides then regroup when past it. It was fascinating.

I have a full dance card today.

“Whoever said money can’t buy happiness simply didn’t know where to go shopping.”

January 15, 2011

From my window, the day looks lovely, sunny and bright, but I know all that sun is merely a backdrop for the cold. It’s a day to stay in, stay comfy and watch the scify marathon of disaster movies. A black hole just ate St. Louis and is on the move.

I never noticed dust when I was a kid. I think the ability to see it comes in adulthood, for most of us anyway. I can see my house is dusty, and I’ve been using my sweatshirt sleeve as a dust rag as I walk by a table or picture frame, but that’s as far as I’m going. The rest of the dust can have its way for a while.

Today I’m going to start wrapping Christmas presents. Because of my surgery, I never did get to the Christmas box downstairs. Most of my family and friends got their large presents, but the smaller ones stayed in the cellar. I figure the disaster movies and wrapping will be fine ways to spend the afternoon.

Saturday was when I used to get my allowance. It was fifty cents a week, a tidy sum, and happily for me it was never tied to any specific chores. Many Saturdays I’d walk uptown and buy myself a new book. I always got a penny in change, and it too had value. My father thought me a spendthrift. He told me some of my money should be saved for an emergency. I was ten and couldn’t conjure any sort of an emergency even in my imagination which would demand my paltry savings. I had no idea my father was trying to teach me a life skill. I just knew I had fifty cents burning my pocket.