Tuesday 3/5/24
I am so proud of my mother. She's just the best grandmother. Last week she stayed at my sister's house and took care of the kids for several days while my sister and her husband were out of town. Their other grandmother took over for the remaining days but she fell and hurt her knee and my mom went back.
She's always there for those kids. I'm not surprised at all. Sometimes when you say you're proud of someone it's like you didn't expect something from them, but this is exactly what I expect from my mom and it's how she is. Amelia is my buddy--though when asked the other day who her favorite buddy was, she mentioned like six other names before mine, so apparently I've been downgraded--but she can wear you out. She isn't a kid who just sits there or watches TV. She wants to play. And play usually means pretend something. She'll be the doctor, you're the patient, for example. She demands that you be imaginatively hands-on, if that makes sense. I give my mother a lot of credit.
Sent someone a story at this hellish hour of the morning. "Your Mother's OnlyFans Page."
Listened to the Kooks' Inside In/Inside Out, the Vaccines' Pick-Up Full of Pink Carnations--I'm going to see both bands in a few days--and the Suspense episode, "The Dunwich Horror," starring Ronald Coleman.
Bruins got a nice win in Toronto last night. They've been in a quagmire. One win doesn't get them out of it, but it was a needed victory. They have to make a trade. Shake up this team. DeBrusk is the guy to ship out. And Ullmark.
Woke up with a cough. Time to ingest a lot of Vitamin C pills as I finish off this big thing of iced green tea.
Right now I'm really only interested in the Grateful Dead up through 1977.
If Dwight Frye is in it, chances are it's well worth watching. He's one of those people. I'd mentioned Howard McNear being a radio version of such a person. How about McNear and Parley Baer on a radio program together that wasn't Gunsmoke? Listening to an episode of Tales of the Texas Rangers this morning that's exactly that. You can talk about jazz, the Western in cinema, Transcendental literature as quintessentially American art, but classic radio drama is right there in that discussion, or it should be. NB: I won't be using the term "old time radio" anymore, as I feel it's misleading. The best of these shows aren't old-timey in the least.
I don't think it's possible for coffee to be too strong for me. As dark as you can get it.
Lucas McCain on The Rifleman: "A good part of a man's dreams depend on hard cash." There's a certain truth in that.
When I was small, there were certain things I overheard or came in upon that were in the background of my life, these incidental things that took a kind of hold. Hearing the theme song from Newhart playing in another room or riding in the car "late" at night with my parents--not actually late, but coming back from my own grandmother's to our house on a Sunday night--and hearing Tom Bodet say that he'd leave the light on for you at Motel Six while you were sleeping in the back seat. Are there things like that now? I tend to think not. It's Mr. Beast YouTube videos and TikTok instead. That's a real loss. I'm serious. It's a loss that adds up.
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