The Sunday Stealing for this week is from the League of Extraordinary Penpals.
When do I feel most authentically myself?
I read the newspaper – remember newspapers? – while listening to music.
What I’m thankful for today
I’m working on a project that I’m keeping mostly secret for now. Yesterday, somebody gave me some specific insight that led me to believe I’m on the right path.
A memory I hope I never forget.
The day our daughter was born, not just her actual birth but that whole, very strange, day which involved my wife going to work for the last day before she intended to take a few days off. Ha! She came home after work, calling me up to tell me that she wasn’t going to go to the the new OBGYN because she felt too tired. I didn’t even recognize her voice! We ended up going to the OBGYN and were told to go to the hospital – go directly to the hospital, do not pass go.
Old Friends
Other ways I connect with long distant friends
I connect on the blog and on Facebook. This week, I discovered that one friend of mine knew another friend of mine who had just recently died; the one friend didn’t know I knew the other. I email a lot and text occasionally. Rarely do I call because many of them are not phone people anymore.
How I reconnect with myself when I feel lost
I find familiar music and play it as loud as I can without the neighbors complaining.
What would be my signature drink if I owned a café
I never know about these things. Possibly 1/3 orange juice, 1/3 cranberry juice, and the last third ginger ale.
Something I’ve let go of, as I’ve grown older
This assumes facts not in evidence
The things I’m most likely to lie about
The next four years will be pretty normal. After that, we’ll be returning to the tenets of democracy as we previously experienced them. This may be more self-delusional than anything.
What’s something I wish I had more time to learn
Genealogy. I see free classes online that I don’t have time to take advantage of.
Social media trends that puzzle me
Social media influencers. I catch brief videos that are really obnoxious. I think they are supposed to be funny.
Ixnay on the albany-smay
Local phrases and terms I use often
Actually, I try NOT to use the term Smalbany. For you non-Albanians, it’s the way people who live in Albany seem to connect in multiple ways. You might know someone from one circle of friends, but they are also associated with another circle of your friends and acquaintances because it’s a small city.
If I could only wear only three colors, I’d pick these...
Blue-green and black, and in fact, that’s probably what I wear mostly.
- Favorite books, music, TV, movies, and media this month
I haven’t started the new book yet, but I know what it will be.
Music: listening to Frank Sinatra, Dionne Warwick, and the Beach Boys. As I write this, I’m playing 20 Hard-to-Find Motown Classics, Volume One, a various artists album of those performers who mostly weren’t the dominating chart toppers such as the Supremes, Temptations, Four Tops, Stevie Wonder, Marvin Gaye, et al. On this particular collection, Baby, I’m For Real by the Originals; What’s Become Of The Brokenhearted by Jimmy Ruffin; My Whole World Ended (The Moment You Left Me) by David Ruffin; (I Know) I’m Losing You by Rare Earth; Twenty-Five Miles by Edwin Starr; You’ve Made Me So Very Happy by Brenda Holloway; and Love’s Gone Bad by Chris Clark.
TV—As always, CBS Sunday Morning and 60 minutes. I watched the recent episode of Grey’s Anatomy, in which one of the interns was in a car crash, and it was quite affecting.
Movies: Conclave; The Big Parade
Watching the Emmy Awards recently, well after they aired, I noticed that they introduced the presenters with a variety of television theme songs. This got me thinking about how much I loved TV theme songs, at least from the 20th century, when I could easily identify them.
“Hatred is Not the Norm”: For a 1964 Multi-Faith Civil Rights Rally, Rod Serling Pens
The pope is dead. Cardinal Lawrence (Ralph Fiennes), as Dean of the College of Cardinals, is tasked with organizing the conclave to select a new pontiff. That’s the premise of the
Barry Haydasz was a very sweet guy who I’ve known for decades. He and I were besties with Uthaclena. Barry passed away on October 10 at 71, a mere 18 days younger than me.