Twilight. I had to be there. Dragged a very heavy kitchen chair, one I found in the far reaches of the neighborhood, with a cushion tied on yet, and sat right down on the walkway that led to my house. My house. My House.
I am old enough now to own a house. Sat and watched what was going on. Nothing really. A woodpecker noisily tap tap tapping on the very end of a telephone pole. How I smiled a wide smile inside. Cars drove by seeking home. Long black cars like hearses with small drivers at the wheel.
And I had just walked all around the block, first time in weeks, since I injured my painful left leg, no bruises showed but how long can you baby it?
Everything looks beautiful, familiar, filled with colors. Oh, yes, that house, I do remember. Two women sitting on the porch chatting. Wish I could do that, but I haven't a porch. Just this little walkway that I am content with.
Bill Adams, wide Bill Adams, backs his new white Toyota station wagon into his drive. He mowed the lawn today and left the grass trimming lying in the street, dying slowly.
I picked a piece of peppermint mingled in with the hasta and fothergilla and smelled it between my fingers. Soon the golden wasp appeared. That is where beauty was to be found. Imagine! A golden wasp like in a book of fairy tales. Beatriz of course would know exactly what it was.
And the wonderful smell of mulch put down yesterday by Galbally Landscapers just around the corner. I can still smell it inside as I sip my tea.
Locked the screen door and came in. Ruefully. Boiled some water in my Bradford Tea Kettle, then eyed the many teas I have and selected a huge green box, magnificent green like the leaves outside, of TETLEY green decaffeinated tea.
Now I sip. Sip and watch outside. Fireflies. On off, on off, on off. They go by and so do headlights of all these huge cars which all look black in the night.
This is where I live. Cowbell Road. Can you hear the lowing of the cows that once lived here? Feel their soft overcoat. Folks do not have cows as pets. Dogs like Kalie across the street, yes, for sure, and that Cayenne who Bill Adams wants to bond with him like Man and Dog.
Would I like Cayenne? Nay.
The tea tastes good. Fresh. Tea leaves from far away. Bombay? A tea growing peninsula? I do exercises outside in the kitchen chair. Arms up for shoulders. Leg kicks for weak hips. Miss hitting a mosquito by a mile. Finally stand up. Is there water in the bird bath?
Yes, a bird I do not recognize who looks like an all black cardinal or maybe it is a crow, is flapping its feathers in there.
Anything to watch on the telly? Sip and watch and wish you had hard Tavenor's drops with powdered sugar like days of yore.
I am sort of in the habit of drinking coffee or caffeinated tea in the morning, but today I will break the habit.
Also must present a short story for our Saturday Writing Group. I gave feedback to Barbara of the Balloons, a great writer.
When I woke up today it was time for Mr Rogers. Watched the whole show, paying attention to what he does that makes him so great for both kids and family members.
Right now, tho I am chilly, I am not wearing a sweater, but Nurse Harriet's gorgeous silk like robe.
Is it possible to wear the robe all day?
Going downstairs now with my aching leg, darn, and will open the front door and put the postcards in the mailbox.
We need an ANT MAN here. Not only do we have regular ants but we have flying ones, too.
Wanna go back to bed and read my Zen cookbook. And if I do not enjoy it, I can put it down and return it to library.
Enticing cover.
When I read the Tassajara Cookbooks by Edward Espe Brown, he had a real facility for words and would often write poems.
Dunno if he's still alive or not, but twould be great to meet him.
Was putting my postcards in my mail box when I heard an awful sound. An animal sound.
Sounded like an animal barfing. I did look up sounds a fox makes but was afraid to listen to it.
Postcards went out to - think Ruthie think - SLD, EAI, Nurse Harriet, Mary and Tony & the Kitty Kats, Donna Krause. I mean, these postcards were simply gorgeous, thanks so much, Sarah. And of course I have postcard stamps.
Cousin Llllloyd, whom we luv luv luv!
When Mailman Dante came this morning I was sitting right here on Red Couch and I yelled outside, Did I get anything good? I could not hear his reply and I sure did not wanna run after him, but I had finished my diurnal writing.
AND SO TO BED.
One more thing. Take a look at the tail of that fox. I mean that is really some tail.
I was putting my postcards in the mailbox when I heard this awful noise.
Sounded like someone was vomitting.
CNN features pix of Paul McCartney who will turn 80 soon.They had four children—Linda's daughter Heather (legally adopted by Paul), Mary, Stella and James—and remained married until Linda's death from breast cancer at age 56 in 1998.[405] After Linda died, Paul said, "I got a counsellor because I knew that I would need some help. He was great, particularly in helping me get rid of my guilt [about wishing I'd been] perfect all the time ... a real bugger. But then I thought, hang on a minute. We're just human. That was the beautiful thing about our marriage. We were just a boyfriend and girlfriend having babies."[406]
Do you think THE DEMINGS liked the Dad's Day gift I bought them?
Not to worry. I had plenty to eat today, one of AMY'S BOWLS - Enchilada with loads of delicious cheese.
Remind me to tell you about GALBALLY NURSERY right around the corner. Hey I've been living here since 1990, might as well get the place fixed up.
Am reading a library book I just checked out called HOW TO COOK YOUR LIFE, From the Zen Kitchen to Enlightenment. I do have many of Edward Espe Brown's Tassajara Cookbooks.
But cooking? Hopefully I can get back into it.
Hold on while I get a cold drink of water... or perhaps seltzer water.
Refreshing !!!
Am gonna do something terrible when Giant Direct comes. Am trying to get rid of a great book I ordered online. Edith Hamilton Mythology. I will see if they want it, but first, I will leaf through it now.
MaryKate, physical therapist was here this morning. She helped me with my balance. I introduced her to sister Ellen. She and I worked on my walking from heel to toe. Heel to toe.
Later Ellen went to Giant and Wawa. She bought a big keg of Deer Park water as there is toxic stuff in the water from the old Navy Base.
She also bought us fresh salads that she has coupons for.
When did this all happen that I can't walk right. And I lean to the left.
Steel bars do not a prison make.... or maybe they do
Workers at the Adams family fix the pool to ready it for SUMMER
We love these darling purple bells
We bought these candies from Stutz Candy Kitchen
Nonpareils, salted nuts and more
Some pictures should not be shown
Duplicates, yet? See the painting by Patrick Otis Cox?
Ellen, the modern Mona Lisa.
Akuba I bought at Galbally's Nursery around the corner. Honeysuckle peeks out ready to strangle the akuba.
Give these trees a nice hug, right Ginny?
Large fungi growing in my tree. How improper to call it MY TREE.
Scott oversees Sarah grilling her pork tenderloin she brought at farmers market in Brooklyn. Deliciously different. With a pesto sauce she made from collard greens, mustard greens and the like.
We decided I should not get tattoos.
Yes, I am chilly so I am wearing a lightweight blouse I found in my closet.
We love asparagus.
Tattoos in honor of CHEF JACK. Thermometer on deck.
Max, my grandson, was chatting away about history.
Sarah wears one of my Starbucks aprons. And a lovely shift she brought back from BanglaDesh. Ethan awaits in the background.
Son Dan holding an Anheuser Bush glass, possibly from the Now and Then Shop.
What's more fun than watching Scott's train. Scott's late father, was a handsome man who wore jewelry around his neck, gave Scott the platform of the train. Natalie is still alive and in good shape. She does exercises.
Farewell Mark Shields whom we watched retire on the PBS Evening News Hour.
Farewell Mark Shields. This fiery columnist died today at age 85 in his home of Weymouth, Massachusettes, as reported by his daughter, Amy Shields Doyle. The cause was kidney failure.
Read more about Shields on Wiki.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mark_Shields
He thought Robert F Kennedy would have been the greatest president ever.
Back in the day, my boyfriend Scott was awoken at 4 am to watch John F Kennedy drive by on Roosevelt Boulevard.
The meaning of DOPPELGÄNGER is double. How to use doppelgänger in a sentence. Did you know?
TIME TO BRING THE TINY AMERICAN FLAGS IN THE HOUSE.
The fox went out on a cold winter's night.
Illustrated book by Peter Spier, who almost wound up in the ovens of Hitler.
J U N E IS N A T I O N A L R O S E M O N T H
JUNE IS NATIONAL ROSE MONTH
Fun Facts about Roses: 🌹 There are over 300 species of roses. 🌹 Today's garden roses date back to 18th century China. 🌹 The tallest recorded rose is over 23 feet tall. 🌹 First Lady Wilson started the White House Rose Garden in 1913. 🌹 President Reagan declared roses the national flower in 1986.
