Tuesday, February 8, 2022
macbeth... and random acts of insanity
Monday, February 7, 2022
vltat: bingo at the beach!
As for my cards, please don't think that I came anywhere near getting a B-I-N-G-O on this occasion.
argentum et aurum
He didn't even raise a fuss when I took this photo.
sweet dreams and good morning!
when you're smiling,
the whole world smiles with you.
When you're laughing,
when you're laughing,
the sun comes shining through.
He was obviously enjoying himself, and I've loved this song since I was a girl!
His was one of the first skates in the Men's Freestyle competition, and, for a brief time, he was in first place!
The 17-year-old from Japan ended up with a Silver medal when all was sad and done.
Good for Yuma Kagiyama!
And what a pleasant note to end my tiring day of travel in this cold weather!
Then, this morning, when I'd pulled up VH1 in the hopes of a music video, I got extra!
Yep, that's Tom Jones, acting as guardian angel for Carlton on "The Fresh Prince Of Bel-Air"!
Carlton was feeling a bit like a loser and was thinking the family would have been better off had he never been born.
So, enter the angel to show him how lucky they are, a la "It's A Wonderful Life"!
Yes, indeed, this may not have been the music video I had expected: it was better, by far!
Right place, right time!
Now, to have a bit of breakfast!
Sunday, February 6, 2022
vltat: why 2 keys
"Why two keys?"
Yes, that's the question Robin asked me, as I had just old her I was here alone.
"Okay, so who is Robin and where are you?"
She's the concierge and, as I'm Silver Elite, she was the one who checked me in.
"That means you're at a Diamond property again? Already?"
I am, as I needed a break from the cold. Days with highs in the low 50's drain me, as it's so difficult to get the house up to 60 on such days. I reasoned that even if it's cold outside where I go, at least it'll be toasty inside! So I had looked online Wednesday for an escape... and found one!"Very nice for you! And just where is this haven?"
It's a two-bedroom suite at The Cove on Ormond Beach.
"I see. So, for sure, the weather there is not much different from that at home. And with the pandemic still runnin' 'round, you couldn't chance inviting an amiga."
That is correct. It's too chilly to eat on the balcony, but I could still enjoy the beach view, amiga o no.
As I told her, I keep one in the car. That way, when I leave the condo without that card key, I will still have my car keys... so I will be able to get back in without going to security.
"What a nifty idea!"
Thanks! You should have seen the look on Robin's face - priceless! She said that was very smart and she was going to start recommending that practice to other guests!
"I bet she did, too. What a good idea!"
Hey, all it took was me locking myself out once, years ago, and having to wait for the building security to come along on their rounds and let me back in. Well, after I proved that I was the one who was supposed to be there. After that, I always have a key for my pocket and a key for my car.
"And have you ever had to use the key in your car to gain re-entry to the condo?"
Only about three or four times. Worked like a charm!
"Any big plans while you're there in Florida?"
"Oh, very nice! And isn't that the Russian couple? Wasn't that the last of the couples skating, with the lifts and tandem axels and such?"
That's right! They were magnificent!
"This isn't the couples skate, though, is it?"
Good call! No, it's the ice dancing! That looks like such fun! It's patterened after ballroom dancing, too, so the important point is to always stay in time with the music and each other, not so much making certain maneuvers."This pair isn't part of the Team USA, right?"
Correct again! They are part of Team China and they were phenomenal to watch. He's easily a foot taller than her, but they moved so very gracefully together that the height difference didn't even figure in to the appearance.
"Wow."
I totally agree. Now, I'm going back to it. Later, chica!
"Enjoy!"
Friday, February 4, 2022
to see or not to see, that is the question
That's when they discover the theft of their car, so they get a taxi.
When they arrive at the optometrist's office, they interact with the receptionist, as well as the patients in the waiting room: a woman with her little boy; a call girl in dark sunglasses; and an aging man with an eye patch.
The doctor sees the blind man right away, but cannot find a problem with his eyes; he tells the blind man more intense study will need to occur at the hospital.
So the doctor sends the couple away.
When the doctor goes home that night, he discusses the mysterious case with his wife as she prepares dinner.
Meanwhile, the thief has sold the vehicle and gone to a bar and had a few drinks, interacting with the barkeep and patrons.
So, the driver (Patient, Ground Zero) has directly interacted with eleven people; all are blind the next day, just like him.
even though she is not.
In fact, she never, ever becomes blind.
That allows her to help organize the shelter when others start arriving... including the thief, the receptionist, and all the doctor's patients who had been in the waiting room when the blind man came in.
Even the blind man's wife, the bartender, and many others arrive, with all forced by armed guards to stay in the confines of the building and its fenced yard.
At first, folks are willing to do as the she and the doctor say and stay calm.
That changes when one miscreant manages to convince others on his ward to take advantage of the lack of food to set up a barter system, first for jewelry, then for sex with the women of the other wards.
(As I was looking at the shambles that the shelter had become, one thing came to mind: the Louisiana Superdome in New Orleans.
It had been meant to serve as a temporary home for those displaced by Hurricane Katrina, but a few bad selfish bullies took over, brutalizing the non-gang people trapped there.
Wow.)
So, back to the movie... while the bad men were running amok at the quarantine building, civilization outside the structure had gone straight to hell.
Anyone in a town was trapped there; anyone in the country was trapped as well, as all were blind and could not drive to anywhere else.
No electricity, no lights at night - neither were of use anyway, as everyone was blind.
That's what those in the quarantine building found after a fire drove them outside...
where they discovered the guards had deserted their posts at some point.
The band of people who had spent so much time with the doctor and his wife were led to the doctor's house, to try to decide what next to do.... but first, showers, clean clothes, a meal lifted from a store's cellar, and a good night's sleep.
The next morning, the doctor's wife is making coffee and breakfast...
and the blind man's sight suddenly returns.
Glory, glory!
The others trust that their vision will also return!
They will all be able to return to their lives!
Only the older man with the eye patch and the woman who had been a call girl show some sadness about the news.
They had been treated to life as part of a group that cared for each other and had looked toward becoming a couple...
now, would they?
Could they?
Wow.
Thursday, February 3, 2022
wht th hll ws tht?
And he did, out there solo on the stage, pacing about, until his signalling had convinced Bill Murray to join him and to occasionally say the line, too.
And just what was that utterance?
"What the hell was that?"
They may well have been referencing this skit, shown moments earlier.Dressed as some lyrical fairy, with plenty of extra flora to mask his manly portion, Steve had danced about to distract Gilda Radner's damsel in distress from the fate which awaited her from the guards.
Magnificent fun!
That was s5e1, for those wondering, in which Steve played host and Blondie was the musical guest.
To my mind, that pairing had to be an inside joke for the producers!
Speaking of such things, I have one of those for the physicist and I've made sure to place it by my keys so I won't forget!What's that?
Let me clarify!
It's "Le Chat Noir", a hand-cranked music box to appeal to his Luddite soul - hahaha!
And what song does it play?
Why, a hurly-burly, burlesque, French tune, of course: "The Cancan", heard wherever skirts are raised and pantaloons are flouted!
In fact, here he is, cranking the the little handle to hear the song as it tinkles out!(Hahaha! That sounds a bit bawdy, doesn't it?!)
As I told him, I thought it would bring a nice moment of lighthearted mirth into his day, as well as encouraging him to smile and take a break.
He agreed wholeheartedly.
He even said he already knows exactly where he shall place it on his desk!
That's most excellent!
I had thought of him the moment I saw this in the gift shop at the Cici And Hyatt Brown Museum; I had thought of dear Contessa, too.
It isn't that she was a black cat... but she would have appreciated burlesque, I just know she would have; I think the bfe would agree with that point, as the little music box made him think of that tortoise-hued beauty, too.
Perhaps that's what had me tearing up, there in the parking lot.
He had said that maybe next time we met we should have some activity, like mini-golf or something, rather than just dinner.
For some reason, batting cages popped into my mind and I started looking for the "mini movie" I have of Mulder teaching Scully how to hit a baseball.
As I'm looking, I start telling him about that episode of "The X-Files", the one called "The Unnatural", and how much the alien had loved that game and how, when he died, he did so as a real human, not an alien... and my voice cracked and I started to cry and he waited patiently for me to pull myself back together... but I don't know that I quite did.
That is, until I got home and my house was dark and I could not get into my driveway.In fact, every house on my side of the street was dark.
That's because the top of a tree had broken off, landing on the power line, where it began to smolder.
Thank God someone noticed it, starting to burn in my neighbor's back yard, and called the fire department, which had called Georgia Power.
By the time I arrived, the fuss was almost done.
The burning branches had been doused and removed, the power line had been checked for damages, and the three-truck crew had contacted the powers that be to see about turning back on the grid.
All told, I was only out there about thirty minutes.
It did give me a chance to talk to my neighbors, and to talk to a young couple with their toddler (who refused to eat his dinner with no lights in the house), and to talk to the fellows working with the utility department.
That was good, all the way around.
And to think: I had almost gone to a movie after dinner with the bfe at Red Lobster.
If I had, I would have come home to the flashing light on the stove and wondered what had happened to the power on such a clear, warm, day as this has been.
Funny how things work out.
As for the tree, the crew said it was not dead, but was alive.
My guess is the tree had sustained windshake damage during Hurricane Matthew; now, five years later, it had grown past the point where that damaged area could support the weight of those lofty branches.
I wonder if they do autopsies on such trees to find the weak spot?
In other words: what the hell was that?
(smile)
Wednesday, February 2, 2022
from a groundhog to pigs in space
Tuesday, February 1, 2022
happy new year to all tigers!
Today is the first day of the new Chinese year, and what a year I hope it will be!
Anne El-Habre shared this meme on fb and it has five of my favorite tigers - hooray!
So, happy new year to you, Shere Khan, and please muss Mowgli's hair for me!
And happy new year to you, Master Tigress, as you help Po become the best Panda ever!
Happy new year, dear, dear, Tigger, and try to reassure Eeyore that all is well!
Wishing a happy new year to you, Tony the Tiger, as you enjoy those frosted flakes!
And, last but certainly not least in my heart, happy new year, my dear, dear, Hobbes, and please remind Calvin that the days are just full, as always!
(smile!)