Happy Saturday, everybody. Marty is here, he’s out walking the dogs, we just got up, I’m drinking my tea.
I’m sure you’ll all be fascinated to know that I cleaned my house the other day, in anticipation of Marty’s arrival. It is wonderful to see my couch again, and I don’t miss the little piles of dust and debris in the corners of the linoleum in the hall and kitchen. I love seeing my stove top bright white in the morning light. And without the boxes and bags and backpacks and shoes covering the living room carpet, I realize it needs a shampoo, as does my hair. Even the front porch has been swept and reduced to one chair, one stool, one horse; a tall (18 inches approx), handsome, black plastic horse which Miles, my three-year-old neighbor, likes to ride, and two matching plastic-terra-cotta-colored planters holding geraniums, one red, one dark pink, courtesy of Ivan.
Tonight we’re going to see a play at the college, “Ma Rainey’s Black Bottom”, by August Wilson, with Jim and Kate and possibly Chantal. All I know is that it is the first in a series of ten plays that he wrote about the African-American condition, and Ma Rainey was a blues singer born around 1896. Beforehand we will have a little supper at my house, another very good reason to have cleaned the house.
Tomorrow I will show you what I got at the thrift store today. ps, make that monday, or tuesday.
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