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Tuesday, November 21, 2023

Photo of the Day: Can you guess which one is my niece Sophia?

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This past weekend, my sister Shawn sent me this photo in an email without including a message.

I responded “Sophia looks prettier than ever, but I don’t like her ripped pants.”  

My niece is second from the left, and I’m well aware her jeans with the torn knees are what’s in style but I still want to sew big patches on them.  Wouldn’t they look cuter with big knee patches?

Shawn replied “I’ve always been mental about her shoes being clean and I’m glad they still are.”

I wrote back “Um what is this?” and Shawn answered “Drag Bingo.  I love how Sophia isn’t afraid to try new things.”

I suppose those ripped jeans aren’t so bad after all!   And on that note…

 

Friday, November 3, 2023

Hot Dog People and green devilled eggs: what a difference a year makes

BERJAYA

I’m sure everyone is pretty much Halloween’d out, but I wanted to share a few photos from the party at the PrimeTime Center this week.  It was such a fun time, with good people and good food, and a few too many treats.

There was cupcakes & candy galore, punch, cider, cheeses, crackers, meatballs, chips, dips and ghoulish green devilled eggs.  Those eggs were to die for... heh heh!

Three of the four women that run the center (Courtney, Elisa & Colleen) were dressed as giant hot dogs and hilarious, each in their own way.  They announced it was my birthday, and it was quite a thing, 50-60 people singing Happy Birthday.  A pretty wonderful experience.

Giant cobwebs (and tarantulas) cover the stained glass windows of the center

I say what a difference a year makes, because precisely one year ago, I spent my birthday at Mercy Hospital, undergoing drug trials for new BP & heart meds.  When I came home the next day, I had a severe gallbladder attack and wound up right back at Mercy Hospital!

Anyway, here’s a few photos of the festivities at the center this week.

“Say weiner!”  Elisa, Colleen (center) & Courtney looked great in those costumes, but Colleen’s “Puttin’ on the Ritz” complete with hat & cane stole the showBERJAYA

  Earlybirds are settling in, pretty soon the center will be filled with young and old alike BERJAYA

I was served my favorite lunch, a jumbo sausage sandwich with onions & peppers, sauteed spinach and a watermelon and Feta cheese salad.   Did you notice that cupcake with the lit candle in the upper corner of the tray?BERJAYA

The Phantom of the Opera (Elisa’s long-time friend David Passeau) played organ music that varied from lighthearted to foreboding, depending on what was going on.  I love this guy!BERJAYA
I love this woman too, and I don’t even know her name!  Dressed as a giant Hershey bar (with a Hershey kiss on top), she won second prize in the costume contest.  BERJAYA
First Prize went to Ruthie, for her homemade Dalmation costume.  She’s a sweetheart (and I believe the oldest person there).BERJAYA

I was going to wear my Navajo serape from the Pow-Wow we attended a few weeks ago, but chickened out.  (I did wear a Pumpkin orange shirt and glowing ghost ring, at least!)  I’m just sorry I didn’t get more photos of the people or food, I went home holding my belly and groaning never again—so what’d I do the following day?  Went back and feasted on leftovers!

Courtney getting her second breath--a hot dog’s work is never doneBERJAYA

Tuesday, October 31, 2023

There’s a 113 year old schoolhouse at the foot of my sister’s backyard

My sister Shawn & her husband Jim have spent a small fortune painting, installing new windows and adding a new roof to the 1910 schoolhouse on their property.  The structure is put to good use, with plenty of space for tools, vehicles and other equipment.  Still… there’s something about it that spooks me.    BERJAYA

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I knew it!
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Tuesday, August 15, 2023

Extra! After 35 years, the Chopper-Upper Killer has finally been found!

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Yep, this is the headline I’m envisioning in 6-8 weeks time.

If you’re wondering what I’m even talking about, I just mailed a tube of my saliva (ugh, gross) to Ancestry.com to get my DNA analyzed.

I figure with my luck, I’ll have a one-in-a-zillion chromosomal matchup with some crazy-ass serial killer who disappeared in 1989—and be mistaken for him when I come along, with my crazy-ass spit.

Here’s the thing: I didn’t even want to do this.  I already figured because Dad married and had six kids (with my very white mom) that my heritage would be a mix of Irish, German and whatever else Mom was along with my dad’s Native American warrior blood.

But one sibling (who shall remain nameless) has been wrestling with a couple questions for some time now, and rankling (rankle: cause annoyance that persists) another sibling in the process.

The first sibling has been into this whole genealogy thing for awhile, unfortunately he/she is the only one of us to have submitted their DNA to sites like Ancestry.com.  And only one cousin (on our dad’s side) has done the same.

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So, in an effort to quell these frustrations I decided to submit my own and hopefully clear up any mysteries afoot.

It cost $110.00.  $99 for the Ancestry DNA kit, and $11.00 for the shipping costs—for a box the size of 2 playing cards.  It took forever to get here too, because it supposedly got lost in the UPS-USPS transfer. 

In the meantime, the greedy good folks at Ancestry are hounding me to sign up for one of their membership services so I can… what?  Learn that Darla Stooley from Poughkeepsie, NY and I can trace our lineage back to the same Hiram Morris who worked as a bookkeeper for the King Arthur Flour Company in 1881?   

Douglas, check out these memberships!

  • U.S. Discovery Membership: For $24.99 per month (or $21.99 if you commit to six months), you get access to all U.S. records.
  • World Explorer Membership: For $39.99 per month (or $32.99 if you commit to six months), you get access to global records.
  • All Access Membership: For $59.99 per month (or $49.99 if you commit to six months), you get access to all of Ancestry’s records as well as access to Newspapers.com, an extensive online database of newspapers, and Fold3.com, a historical military records website.

NO THANKS ANCESTRY, YOU’VE COST ENOUGH ALREADY.  JUST SEND MY RESULTS PLEASE.

Has anyone else done this?  If so, are you glad you did?  Before sending my DNA sample back, I had to “activate” my kit which included letting them know if I wanted to keep the results private or go public and how much so.  I did authorize them to put it in the national database and share it with anyone with any kind of match, so we’ll see.

As much as I admire the science behind it all (and the good it’s done for so many) I can’t help but wonder about the can of worms that stuff like this might open.  Oh well—I’m guessing that by early October I’ll know more.  To be continued… BERJAYA

Tuesday, July 25, 2023

Lobotomy, anyone? My wild weekend at the Lunatic’s Asylum, and other wonderful places

BERJAYA

Have you ever had one of those weekends where everything just seemed to go right?  This past Friday my brother-in-law Jim picked me up and brought me home with him after work, where I spent the night at my sister Shawn’s house and enjoyed some of the best mushroom & green pepper pizza I’ve ever eaten. 

The next morning, my friend and former classmate Diana (who lives an hour south of my sister, near Fairmont WV) picked me up for an outing in “Wild n’ Wonderful West Virginia”.

That’s their state slogan and they did not disappoint!

Our plans were to tour an insane asylum in Weston WV that’s been closed for decades, but to stop along the way first in a little town named Buckhannon for lunch.

I fell in love with Buckhannon the moment we got out of Diana’s car.  On a scale of 1 to 10 for picturesque small towns, Buckhannon rates an 11.  It’s town center was filled with a couple thousand people, and when we asked what was going on, were told it was their Annual ‘High School Bands from Around the World’ parade. In a little town in West Virginia?  Yep—we went to a sandwich shop, got lunch and proceeded to watch marching bands from Germany, Spain, Canada, France, Ecuador & Kenya (among others) play music and march down Main Street.  Unreal!

We then got in Diana’s car and headed to the Lunatic’s Asylum. 

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The Trans-Allegheny Lunatics Asylum was built in the 1860s during the Civil War; intended for 200 patients, it wound up housing 2,000 instead.

Built of sandstone, the asylum is considered the largest of its type in the world, 4 stories high with over 10,000 windows and a quarter-mile wide.  

In operation for over 100 years, it not only kept “lunatics”, but had separate buildings for the criminally insane, an orphanage for children born there or taken from patients, and people with tuberculosis.

It had it’s own morgue (and graveyard with numbered tombstones—no names), and the top floor contained doctor’s apartments and nurse’s quarters.

Why just work there, when you could live there too with the wife & kids?  Ironically, the fourth floor also housed some of the asylums most frightening patients.  “Goodnight and sweet dreams kids, and whatever you do don’t open that door!” 

On the ground floor completed in 1864 housed the asylum’s first 9 patients (all women).  If you click on the photo below, you can see why they were admitted.  Dementia, dropsy and “Mad Hatters Syndrome”.  Women hatmakers were often committed after getting mercury poisoning used to construct ladies wide brimmed hats.BERJAYA

“Miss, are you okay?  Oops, nevermind…”  In the second photo, violent patients were chained like this over large drains (without pants or skirts) with black sacks over their heads. BERJAYA
My lovely friend Diana in a 1950s “common room” (the interiors were painted in pastel colors, to calm the patients) and one of the patient’s rooms from 1900.
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The top floor contained offices and the medical staff’s private quarters.  I wish I’d taken more pictures up here, some of these doctor’s apartments were quite opulent.
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The patients were invited to construct face masks, showing how they believed the world saw them.  There’s Diana posing behind one and the resemblance is uncanny!BERJAYA
But on the mask’s inside, they painted how they saw themselves.  (Some saw their selves as worthless, while others saw themselves as supermen or godlike.)BERJAYA
Well, I took around 50 photos (not including Diana’s parade pics which deserve their own blog) but this should give you an idea of the inside.

I neglected to take pictures of the asylum’s ballroom, a pretty grand affair on the top floor where the local high school held their proms until 1971! 

We’re planning on visiting the asylum again; besides the “4 Floor Tour” we went on, they also have “Tours of the Criminally Insane” and a couple of VERY interesting Paranormal Tours.  Until then…

BERJAYA 

Tuesday, June 6, 2023

Well I never… 50 things I’ve never done (and probably never will)

BERJAYA

When you have a personal blog, you take very little for granted—you’re always on the lookout for inspiration for your next post.  Well, that’s how I roll and I can’t tell you how many times I’ve posted something here and thought “That’s it, no more, I’ve nothing left to write about.” 

And then something or someone will come along, and I’m back on here anxious to share it with whoever will listen.

Recently I was listening to some older people talking and one woman was saying “Well I never…” over & over.  I believe she was expressing shock at the other person’s story, but I thought I’d use it here in another context.  Here are 50 things that I’ve yet to do in this lifetime, and perhaps never will.

Well I’ve never:

  1. Walked on burning coals (and I don’t know anyone else who has either)
  2. Been arrested or gotten a speeding or even a parking ticket (though I’m sure I deserved a couple)
  3. Bought coffee from Starbucks (but I love their Ciabatta sandwiches with carved turkey & pesto)
  4. Gone skydiving
  5. Been to a professional ballgame
  6. Had a Shamrock Shake from McDonalds 
  7. Tried escargot, caviar, or steak tartare 
  8. Met a deaf person
  9. Owned or worn contact lenses (and I’ve worn glasses since I was 13)
  10. Watched Law & Order, Grey’s Anatomy, Modern Family, MASH, Married with Children, Two and a Half Men, Dallas, NCIS… not a single minute of any of ‘em
  11. Parallel parked—well, after my driver’s test I mean 
  12. Worn braces
  13. Been married (but I did live with Fay, my girlfriend at the time for 6 months in 1986)
  14. Drank a Martini, Whiskey Sour, Manhattan or Cosmopolitan
  15. Been further west in the United States than Ohio
  16. Seen or heard a ghost
  17. Gave someone a ‘high five’
  18. Owned or used an Apple device 
  19. Found a four leaf clover
  20. Learned to tie a bow-tie
  21. Changed a tire
  22. Played poker
  23. Been to a Star Trek convention
  24. Dated an African-American woman 
  25. Held or shot a firearm 
  26. Been robbed (knock on wood)
  27. Worn suspenders
  28. Been hypnotized (though a couple people have tried)
  29. Asked anyone for their autograph
  30. Been to a costume party
  31. Listened to an audio book after the first page (they put me right to sleep)
  32. Been to a strip club
  33. Flown in a helicopter
  34. Paid for a massage
  35. Gotten a shoe shine
  36. Had my tonsils, appendix or gall bladder removed
  37. Smoked pot
  38. Eaten at a Red Lobster
  39. Missed an episode of Saturday Night Live since it began airing in 1975
  40. Worn cuff-links
  41. Eaten sardines or pizza with anchovies
  42. Poached an egg (it doesn’t look difficult, but it does look unappetizing)
  43. Given someone the finger (to their face or their back)
  44. Slept in a king-sized, brass or waterbed
  45. Been in a fistfight
  46. Owned my own home
  47. Gone scuba diving
  48. Watched Casablanca, Lawrence of Arabia or Breakfast at Tiffany’s
  49. Bounced a check
  50. Seen a UFO (but I haven’t given up hope just yet)  Smile

 

Wednesday, March 1, 2023

I like it alright, but what the heck am I watching? My Video Roundup, Vol. 5

BERJAYA

For people who have been visiting my blog awhile, you know I like to do a ‘Video Roundup’ on occasion, of music videos I’ve discovered and watched several times over on Youtube.

(In fact, you can check them out right here:   Vol 1 is here, Vol 2 here, Vol 3 here & Vol 4 here.)

In the meantime, here’s my latest favorites but these are different:

  1. They’re not really music videos.
  2. I searched for NONE of these.

These were recommended to me by Youtube for reasons I both do & don’t get.

Still, the same rules apply.  If I watched & enjoyed them several times over… welcome to the roundup!

7. “This guy is the cat’s—I mean bat’s pajamas”

Shortyverse is a graphic designer, Photoshop expert & Spanish artist who likes to take today’s superheroes and re-imagine them in the year 1920.  Supergirl, Flash, Robocop--I’ve watched them all, but I grew up reading Batman comics, and this one is my favorite.  It’s eerie & otherworldly.  

6. “I’ve amassed a closet that would make ANY woman absolutely jealous…” 

DISCLAIMER:  I do not subscribe to Alice Little’s channel.  I have no intention of traveling to Nevada, visiting the infamous ‘Chicken Ranch’ brothel or hiring a sex worker!

Still, I can’t deny Alice (and her 5 most popular dresses) are a guilty pleasure…Be right back  

5. “In order to form a more perfect union…”

Who’s the genius that got the bright idea of making Star Trek Original Series trailers, in the style of Mission Impossible from the 1960s? 

This genius, that’s who! Pointing up  


4. “Meanwhile, at the Friars Club…”

We all loved James Cagney, right?  And we all knew the man could dance, right?  Well, Bob Hope could too and I DIDN’T know that—he surprised me here.

Do you suppose there was ever a time when old fuddy duddies sat in tuxedos and cheered on middle aged fellas having a dance-off after their banquet?  

I’d be asking where the giant cake was with the showgirl inside!  Winking smile  


3. “Let’s see one more of those Star Trek: Impossible trailers”

These are too good to show just one, and frankly I can’t get enough of the evil starship Enterprise.

2. “I know what you’re thinking—what’s a video roundup without the Osmond Family?”

Since the early days of Hollywood, actors (who would never dream of appearing in American television commercials) would have no problem appearing in Asian ones for the loot.  Leonardo diCaprio did a Japanese commecial in 2013 for Jim Beam whiskey.

The Osmonds were no exception, and in the early 1970s starred in 20-25 Japanese commercials for ‘Calpis’, a milky soft drink.  You don’t have to watch this entire video, just the first 2 commercials—you’ll see an awkward looking Marie Osmond in her first acting performance.  “Umm… Calpis!” 

1. “And finally, Clair de Lune for Ampan”

From 2018, Ampan is a gentle female elephant, 80 years old and blind.  She lives on an elephant sanctuary in Thailand, and this brought tears to my eyes the first time I watched it.  I don’t know why.


 

Thursday, February 23, 2023

Handbook for the Recently Sixtysomething: Skin-tags, they’ll grow on you

BERJAYA

Do you remember in the movie Beetlejuice when the ghosts of Alec Baldwin and Geena Davis are given a book, the Handbook For The Recently Deceased

I think the same thing should happen after we turn 60.  Someone should give us a handbook for what’s coming.

WARNING:  Skin photos ahead.  Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

10 years ago, shortly before my 52nd birthday, I grew… something on my left shoulder.  It looked like an eraser on a No. 2 pencil.  

Was it a wart?  I googled warts and read they usually disappear on their own. 

So I left it alone, but it never went away.  And then several years later, 4 smaller ones grew on my neck: I was up to 5 total.

Then a year before I turned 60, two more joined the party.  Both eraser-sized like my shoulder, but on my waist & inner thigh.

Only that one on my waist really bothered me, if I was wearing pants with my belt notched too tight.  But STILL that wasn’t the end!

I grew small, droopy ones under both of my arms, 10 total.  I read that nearly half of all people will develop skin-tags in their lifetime, and they’re more common around age 60.

Oh well, welcome to old age!

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The eraser on my shoulder (that’s been with me for 10 years)

When I was in the hospital last April for a kidney stone, after a nurse had inserted a catheter to help the stone pass, a doctor came in and asked how I was doing. 

I said good, but asked if we could we go after my skin-tags next.  I was kidding, but he came closer and said “Show me”.  He examined the 4 on my neck (one large, one small on each side).  He asked if there were any others.

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I said there was a large one on my shoulder, two large ones below the belt, 6 tags in my left underarm and 4 in my right.  He actually took the time to look at them.

He told me the ones on my neck and underarms could be snipped or frozen, the larger ones would require cosmetic surgery.  I could forget about my insurance paying for them though.

The nurse later told me her mother helped get rid of hers by taping on cotton balls soaked in witch-hazel.  I thanked her for the tip, asked how many she had; she said 3.  I had 18.  That’s a lot of cotton balls to change daily.

I did some research, and found several other ‘home remedies’ people claimed had faster success— one was cotton balls soaked in Tea Tree Oil.  I ordered a bottle from Amazon and that stuff was AWFUL—it smelled like tree sap soaked in kerosene! 

I still tried it though, reapplying 5 cotton balls nightly (on my shoulder & neck) for almost a month.  The tea tree oil did nothing but smell up my undershirts.

And then one night while googling skin-tag removal suggestions, I found this little contraption on Ebay.

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You use that cone with the needle-sized tip to slide a silicone band to the bottom.  Then you slide that “L” shaped handle over the top, press it against your skin and pop out that cone. 

You now have a silicone band stretched around your skin-tag.  (You can see one above in that photo of my neck.)

If it stays on (a few of mine popped off after getting soapy in the shower), the skin-tag turns black after a week and begins to shrink. 

You don’t pull them off, you let them fall off on their own.  Mine all seemed to fall off & wash down the drain in the shower.

It would’ve been nice if one kit contained bands for different sized skin-tags, but no such luck.  I had to buy 3 kits, one at $16.99 and 2 for $14.99 each, one for large, the other two for medium and micro (small). 

The underarm tags took 2 weeks to fall off; the ones on my neck took almost twice as long.  It’s not an entirely painless procedure, for the first 2-3 days I felt like I was being pinched constantly.  After that, they only bothered me when my clothes would snag on them.

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I had red welts in my underarms for a couple weeks after the skin-tags fell off.  The welts are gone now and there’s no evidence anything was there at all. 

After my neck & underarms were clear, I went after the three largest ones.  (The ones on my shoulder, waistline & thigh.) 

They WERE painful, for a couple weeks.  They bled sometimes too.  As they got smaller, I changed the bands to smaller sizes.  It took two months before those last 3 were finally gone.  I was left with some pretty sore welts.

But the other morning after my shower, I was toweling off—and realized the last of the welts had finally faded.  All 18 are gone, not a mark to be found. 

I’ll ultimately lose in the Game of Life, but this game of tag was over and I won.  Nerd smile

         BERJAYA

Saturday, February 11, 2023

When the skeletons in your closet are found in someone elses closet instead

BERJAYA

Okay, this is strange but true, and just plain weird.  For the last few years, on the very rare occasion I would run into Carl (the oldest resident of the building who lives on the first floor) he’d say “Hey, I’ve got something for you.”  I’d say “Oh okay, what is it?”  and he’d say “It’s in my place, I’ll bring it up.”

And of course, he never brought it up.  

I only see him a few times a year, so it’s not a regular thing but it’s been going on for awhile.  And then finally, a couple nights ago, there’s a knock at my door.  It’s Carl, holding a white “Priority Shipping” box.

He says “I don’t remember when I signed for this, but it was awhile ago and someone said you were gone and I put it in my front closet.”

I’m surprised, when Carl said he had something for me I assumed it was a personal item, like his red MAGA cap (that I joked once I’d be happy to take off his hands).  I tell him it’s okay, thanks for signing for it in my absence.  After he goes, I examine the box.  It’s sealed up pretty tight, with no return address.

I bring it into the kitchen and slice open the top, and there’s a “0.00 Due” invoice inside, dated 07/02/20.  This is written across the bottom of the invoice. 

Doug, Fog-Man here.  I’m officially out of business!  I’m distributing what’s left of my inventory to my favorite customers, I have all your favorites here!  Accept this shipment with my compliments.  Mark

Under the note is a solid square of bubble wrap.  As I begin stripping away the wrap, I can smell a VERY familiar aroma—peach, menthol, tobacco.  Now I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, I know what this is.  It’s e-liquid, for vaping. 

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I added a recent copy of TV Guide to prove the photo is a new one

There must be $500.00 of juice here, probably enough to vape 3 years.  (The larger bottles last 3 months or more each—the smaller bottles around a month.)

I never dreamed I’d see this stuff again; I’m coming up on my third year anniversary of quitting e-cigs, probably the hardest thing I did in my life. 

When Mark (aka Fog-Man) sent this nearly 3 years ago, I know exactly where I was.  I was locked up at UPMC McKeesport Behavioral Health Center after overdosing on opioids.  I wrote about it here.  I overdosed because I’d spent the previous 2 1/2 years living with tremendous pain from my TMJD, which had spread throughout the upper half of my body.  

I’m 99% sure I developed that TMJD from years of vaping.  I quit smoking cigarettes in 2008 and was absolutely miserable until vaping came along.  It was very different, you were “sipping steam” instead of inhaling smoke—but that steam was laced with nicotine. 

(And even with the amount of nicotine in the stuff, that steam didn’t aggravate your throat like cigarette smoke did.  So you could pretty much vape all day, and that’s precisely what I did.)

When they locked me away on July 4, 2020 (and stripped me of everything I had, including a couple of e-cigs in my pocket) they slapped a nicotine patch on my arm every morning to help with the withdrawal. 

When they released me a week later, I made a beeline for the drugstore, bought a couple boxes of patches, enough to last a month.

Then I came home and threw out every bit of e-cig paraphernalia I could find, along with a big bottle of juice and 2-3 smaller ones.  And then shook & sweated for 2 months.  I felt like a real junkie, I suppose I was. 

And now this stuff is back in my house again, enough for years.  I wish my brain would stop tingling with excitement.

FRIDAY UPDATE:  It’s gone!  I packed it back up, tore my name & address off the top and took it up the street this morning to a vape shop I’d seen by the dollar store.  There were 2 twentysomething guys behind the counter, and when I asked if they could dispose of some old e-juice, they said sure. 

When I opened the box, one whispered “Oh man!”  I said “I don’t know if this stuff goes rancid, but it’s been sitting in a closet for 3 years.”  The taller clerk said “I’m not going to sell it but I won’t lie, we’ll probably try these out before we get rid of it.”  

Hope they don’t wind up like this character below, no more skeletons please.    

BERJAYA 

Tuesday, February 7, 2023

Questions, questions: I don’t get it—I can’t explain it

BERJAYA

We all have questions, don’t we.  And while some of us study quantum theories, and ponder the very existence of time and space, others (that would be me) tend to dwell on more mundane matters.  Here’s a few recent things that have been bouncing around in my noggin lately.

1. “It’s an old tv show, why couldn’t I just let it go?”

A couple weeks ago I was watching CBS Mornings, and they were discussing the one year anniversary of Betty White’s passing (who died December 31, 2021).  Gayle King mentioned that her death was especially hard on fans of The Mary Tyler Moore Show, as Betty was the last surviving cast member.

The others nodded their heads in agreement—after all, everyone knows that Oprah Winfrey is Gayle’s best friend, and Oprah is Mary’s biggest fan.  But all I could think was “Wrong, Gayle—wrong.”   I consider myself one of MTM’s No.1 fans too, but who am I?  Best to let it go.

But for some reason, I couldn’t—and finally looked up the show’s contact email, and sent them this collage:

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John Amos (who played Gordy the Weather Man), Lisa Gerritsen (Phyllis’ daughter Bess) & Joyce Bulifant (Murray Slaughter’s wife Marie) were all recurring characters, and are alive & well.  And I let them know.

I received a response the same day, around 3 hours later:  “Thank you Douglas, we’ll pass this along.”   To whom?  I’m sure I’m not the only crackpot fan who wrote and let them know, but at least I got it off my chest.

2. “Mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the grayest of them all?”

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At the barbershop, my hair looks mostly white.  At the drugstore, my hair looks grandma white.  Outside, my hair looks snow white.

But in my bathroom—it looks more dark than white!  Are my eyes deceiving me?  How do I make it look this dark all the time?  Also, I wish I knew how to get rid of those brown circles under my eyes… I’m a lousy sleeper.

3. Why can’t I find the time (or desire) to read a good book or three?

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This is the God’s honest truth: for as long as I can remember, I’ve read 3 books a month, easy.  (When I was in high school, I read so much I even won an award from our town’s library—I’m going to show you in an upcoming blog!) 

But since retiring, it’s been a real effort.  Why is that?  Here’s 3 books I’ve gotten in the last year.  My three favorite subjects—Mars, Stephen King & Robert Kennedy.  Yet I’ve barely gotten the first couple chapters read in Chris Matthew’s book, and have yet to crack open the first two.

4. And finally, why can’t I toss out this letter from the Jehovah’s Witnesses?

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How did these people find me?  The last thing I want is a Bible study in my home (or one anywhere, for that matter).  But I can’t help but wonder, when is the last time I’ve received a handwritten letter from a girl?   The notebook paper, the faint smell of ballpoint ink… boy does this take me back.

There’s just something warm & fuzzy about getting a real letter, even if it is from someone that wants to turn you into a Jehovah’s drone who doesn’t believe in celebrating birthdays or holidays. 

Thank you Lisa, wherever you are.  Nerd smile