Monday posts are becoming problematic. I always write a day ahead and lately, my brain seems to take a holiday on Sundays leaving me both slothful and mute. I putter around, read a bit, take a walk, maybe watch a movie, listen to the radio (more about that below) and then I discover the day is gone.
Last Monday, I skipped writing altogether. This week, I am filling in with a few photos of recent events of interest to me, but I doubt for you. If Sundays continue to be flat, I hope I can figure out something better for Monday over time.
It's been raining or overcast here for many weeks. Someone told me it has been 58 days in a row. Last Wednesday, however, there was an astonishing interruption – a gigantic hail storm.
It started with no warning - nickel-sized hailstones rattled down for about 20 minutes – rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat – pounding on the sidewalks and bouncing off the windows. It was amazing to watch.
Here's what the front of my apartment looked like right after it stopped and the sun came out for about 10 minutes.
Thirty minutes later, it had all melted. If you'd been napping, you'd never have known it happened.
Certainly I must have spent tens of thousands of dollars over my working life having things done to my hair. I swore, when I stopped working, I would never enter a hair salon again. For six or seven years, it grew and grew until, recently, it became more effort to care for than I want.
So on my birthday I got it whacked off – in a salon. Here are the before-and-afters.
Not much different, but it's sure easier to take care of now.
Speaking of my birthday, I celebrated that evening with my brother and his wife at home here for dinner. They brought this beautiful orchid plant which I hope not to kill.
And this birthday cake – black forest with cherries hidden in it – with seven candles (instead of 70).
Back when most of us here were kids, there was no television yet and I've been a radio listener since childhood. But internet radio is difficult or, anyway, has been for me. Some stations stream their live programming, some don't and the stations frequently cut out suddenly for no reason I can figure.
It is harder than you would think these days to buy a radio that doesn't cost hundreds of dollars. I've been bitching about my lack of a good radio for a long time and I guess my brother and sister-in-law heard me because they also brought this internet radio.
I am thrilled. First, it is simply and gorgeously designed – elegant enough, I think, for the Museum of Modern Art design collection. It connects through my Wi-Fi to thousands of worldwide stations and, if I want, to Pandora.
Although I received the radio on Thursday, I didn't get around to setting it up until Saturday evening - which goes a long way to explaining how Sunday got away from me, having a new toy.
Before now, the only radio I had was in the car. You have no idea how much time I spent there after returning home to finish listening to a piece of music or a news broadcast. This solid, sturdy new radio with an excellent speaker will now change my life.
Here's an older photo of Ollie the cat who has not wanted to cooperate recently when I've had the camera in hand.
But that's just a lead-in to tell you about the possibility that there may be a new addition soon to our little family. I've been feeding two stray cats who come by the apartment. One, a big black-and-white, has no interest in me beyond cadging a meal.
However, the other is a brown, stained glass cat, not much more than a kitten, who is almost Ollie's twin even down a necklace. She is cute and very shy but little by little, over the past weeks, she has been allowing me to get closer to her although not to touch her yet and I haven't dared to try a photo.
When I go in the house, I fancy that she seems to look longingly through the door.
Time will tell. Why do I think, if she decides to live here, that Ollie will be a pain in the butt about it?
At The Elder Storytelling Place today, June Calendar: Intruder