Them There Eyes

 

Hanging fly paper

I'm terribly sorry if it seems that all I talk about are flies. It really isn't as bad as it sounds, but when a grouping of marauding insects focuses upon you, it makes you focus on them.

I went to the Colesco store today as recommended by the cottage owner, bought some fly paper, and hung it up around the open plan living area. Dear Readers, I must warn you about fly paper. It is vey sticky. If you get it on your fingers you will not be able to get it off for a VERY LONG TIME. I know, because I made that mistake. 

Then, I spray bombed every room, shut up the rooms, and went out for another long walk. Would you like to know what I found when I came back?  This is what I found: ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. Not one fly was dead. That's it. I've come to the end of my pitiful rope. 

I dashed off, then, just over the road to the Church of England choir rehearsal. I was raised on church music, and could join just about anybody's rehearsals. That is to say, as long as it was basically Baptist. I admit, the music tonight wasn't basically Baptist! It was hard. But oh, so good and so beautiful. We worked hard, and when the practice was finished I said goodnight and ran over the road again, this time to a Jazz Fest. There was a pianist, a saxophonist, bass player and drummer all crammed together on a postage stamp stage. They had a raffle where people might win a Frank Sinatra CD and a chocolate something. I didn't win it, but it was fun watching other people winning it.

I had learned to love Jazz music from my sweet brother-in-law back in 1974. My favorite song he showed me was "Them There Eyes". And another great one is "Take This Hammer and Show It To the Captain - WHOP!". (I was a young thing, and always wondered what the Captain might be going to do with that hammer. I never found out).

                                              

See you along the way!

the SconeLady