WWW.WEDNESDAY

WWW. WEDNESDAY asks three questions to prompt you to speak bookishly. To participate, and to see how other book lovers responded, click here.  

1. What are you currently reading? The Rooftop Party by Ellen Meisner. 29-year-old Dana Barry finds herself something of celebrity in an unexpected way. An underemployed actress, she goes on an audition for a hosting gig on a TV shopping channel, gets the job and finds she's not only good at it, she likes it. She surprises herself with how much she cares about the network and, at a rooftop company party, she tries to pitch an idea to the new CEO. Unfortunately, he ends up dead at the party, and she ends up a suspect.

Usually I don't read mysteries back-to-back, but I broke my own rule when this one turned up available at the library. I'm glad I did. The dialog is funny and insightful and helps establish the characters. I like the behind-the-scenes workplace setting, too.

2. What did you recently finish reading? Murder on the Orient Express by Agatha Christie. I really enjoyed this, more than I thought I would. After all, I've seen the 1974 movie more times than I can count, so I certainly know whodunnit and why. But this freed me to enjoy the construction. Dame Agatha really did create the perfect crime here. And, decades before Law & Order, her story was ripped from the headlines. 

 

BTW, part of why I picked this up was curiosity. I've seen two major big-screen adaptations -- Sidney Lumet's (1974) and Kenneth Branagh's (2017). I love the earlier film so much that I almost resented the more recent one for changing anything about it. I wondered: which is closer to Christie's book? Hands down: 1974.

3. What will read next? Kennedy's Avenger by Dan Abrams and David Fisher. When the Kennedy assassination is discussed, no one ever refers to the trial of Jack Ruby to substantiate his/her theory. I wonder why. I mean, more than a week's worth of evidence and testimony were presented under oath in open court. How can that not be relevant? So I'm nerd excited for this book -- by a genuine lawyer, not some hotblooded conspiracy fetishist -- about Ruby's "day in court."

 

Welcome to San Diego!

This street sign is displayed in San Diego's Little Italy neighborhood. Apparently San Diegans -- like all right-thinking Americans -- love Anthony Rizzo.

Last night the Cubs played the Padres at Petco Park. The results of the game were not as we would have wished, but he went 2-4 and scored a run.

Sunday Stealing

 LET'S GO TO DINNER

1. When is the last time you went out to a meal with someone special? Tell us about it. In the past month I've been out three times. After more than a year of observing covid protocol, each one felt special. I went to Shake Shack with Elaine from movie group, to my favorite pub with Nancy and her husband, and to our favorite burger joint with my nephew.

2. Show us a picture of your favorite cuisine. In the immortal words of Jimmy Buffett, I like a big warm bun and a huge hunk of meat.

3. What is the funniest thing a man/woman has said to you lately? Oh, if Bud were here, he'd make a man/woman crack. But I'll leave the comedy stylings to him. A former coworker of mine recently admitted that, when he's working from home alone all day, he pretends he's Rod (Twilight Zone) Serling and narrates his life for his dog. "Imagine, if you will, a college graduate who cannot fathom how to use a Terra Kaffe coffee machine," "Submitted for your approval: a boss who actually says things like, 'in it to win it,' and 'teamwork makes the dreamwork.'" He says his dog stares deeply into his eyes, as though he finds the narration riveting.

4. What makes a gentleman a gentleman in today’s dating world? Are there any left? The same thing, I suppose, that makes a lady a lady: Respect for the feelings of others. And yes, nice people are out there!

5. Is there anything you won’t tolerate when out to dinner with your significant other? I'm very intolerant of intolerance. Don't try to call it the "China Virus" or "Kung Flu" around me. Don't dismiss something as "gay" or "retarded." You're not telling it like it is. You're being an asshole.

6. What type of ambiance do you enjoy in an eating establishment? Friendly and unpretentious.

7. Tell us about the worst public dining experience you ever had, whether it be a date or with your family. I endured some family dinners that were unbelievably tense.

8. What is the lamest or rudest thing a man/woman has said to you lately? Nothing comes to mind.

9. Are you a good tipper? Better than I was. The pandemic made me more appreciative of delivery people.

10. Do you ask for doggie bags when you leave food on your plate at a restaurant? If I'm leaving the food on my plate because the portion was too big, yes. If I'm the food on my plate because I didn't like it, no.

11. What is your pet peeve about restaurants and dining out in general? I'm so happy to be back out there, enjoying the world again, that I've got nothing for this.

12. Do you prefer to order yourself or do you ever let your significant other order for you? I don't have a significant other. Though I once had a boyfriend who was a real beer snob and could not abide my fondness for Miller Lite. He'd say: "Sam Adams for me and monkey piss for the lady."

13. Describe your most intimate romantic dinner ever. (fantasy or real) The night Sir Paul got all dressed up -- even a flower in his lapel! -- and proceeded to woo with me wine and song.

14. Do you enjoy piano bars? Not in more than a decade. I can't even think of one anywhere near me.

15. If you could go anywhere in the world for dinner, where would it be and who would you be with? I'd love to go back to Vegas with my oldest friend. We had such fun there, and I miss her.

 

 

I got 'em!

Chicago is opening back up, and to me, that means BASEBALL! Wrigley Field will be back at full capacity on Friday, June 11, and today at 2:00, tickets went on sale for home games through the end of the season.

One special Friday next month, my nephew and I will be in Section 229, Row 7, Seats 14 and 15. I really hate hot weather, so I hope it's not blistering that day. But you know what? So what! We're going back to the Friendly Confines.

And, I'm proud to say, I got our tickets before the website crashed. The demand was so great that sales were suspended. But not until my tickets were tucked safely into my cyber wallet.

My nephew and I both realize this could be Anthony Rizzo's last year in Cubbie blue,* so we're sitting along first base, facing the Cubs dugout. We want to see as much of our favorite most Cub as we can, while we can.

 

*Though in my heart, I refused to accept this possibility.

Saturday 9

 Saturday 9: You'll Never Know (1943)

Unfamiliar with this week's tune? Hear it here.



1) In this song, Haymes sings he must have reassured his girl "a million times or more." Does it frustrate you when you have to repeat yourself? Not especially.

2) The lyrics were inspired by a poem written by a war bride to her soldier husband. Have you ever been in a long-distance romance? Yes. I was here in Chicago and he was in Philadelphia. We talked every other night and spent a long weekend together each month, plus the holidays. I admit it suited me nicely. Things didn't go off the rails until we decided it was time to take it to the next level and get hitched. Oh! The arguments we had when it came time to really merge our lives! Still, I remember him very fondly.

3) This was the biggest hit of Dick Haymes, a popular singer in the 1940s. He got his big break when he replaced Frank Sinatra, who left the Tommy Dorsey Band to go onto bigger and better things. Are you a Frank Sinatra fan? More every year. When I was a kid, I thought he was silly and irrelevant. Then I had my really heart broken. (See #2.) When he sings, you can tell Frank had his heart really broken, too.

4) During the 1940s Dick Haymes toured with the Dorsey Band, made hit records, had his own radio show and appeared in nine movie musicals.  Yet by the early 1950s, he was broke. Part of it was that musical tastes changed, but more of it was that he enjoyed night life and high living too much. If you wanted to shave unnecessary expenses from your budget, where would you economize? Impulse buying! It's so easy to see something online and then "add to cart." I must stop and ask myself, "Really, Gal? Do you really need this?"

Behold my downfall!

5) He blamed his money problems for his ongoing hypertension. How do you combat stress? Poorly. I'm always worried about something.

6) Though he needed his voice to sing and suffered from high blood pressure, Haymes was a chain smoker. What bad habit would you like to quit? I'd like to spin this around a little. There's a good habit I'd like to adopt: drinking more water. I did this when I was in the office daily, because getting up to go to the coffee room and filling my mug with ice water was a nice way to get away from my desk. But now that we're working from home, there are so many other distractions. I really need to  remind myself to swig more often from my water bottle.

7) Though raised since early childhood in the US, Haymes was born in Buenas Aires to an Argentinian rancher and his Irish wife. This enabled Dick to claim Irish citizenship later in life. Have you ever lived abroad? If not, do you wish to? No, and not really.

8) Dick Haymes never regained his popularity as a singer. After touring Europe for years, he returned to the United States in the late 1960s and tried his hand as a dramatic actor, playing small parts on popular cop shows like Adam 12, McMillan and Wife and McCloud. If you had to support yourself as a performer, would you be more successful as a singer, a dancer, or an actor? I'd starve.

9) Random Question: We're at the booth of a gypsy fortune teller. Would you be more embarrassed if she loudly and correctly guessed your age, or your weight? I think I look good for my age, so I'd be proud if she guessed that. But my weight? SHUDDER!

 

And so I'm schlepping to Jewel

To get to the Jewel grocery story, I have to pass Target and Whole Foods. Yet I shall do it this month, because at checkout I can support my favorite most Cub and his good works.

Click here to learn more

 

Attention Must Be Paid

On June 4, 1979, I began my career as a writer. Wearing a dress, pantyhose and high heels, I entered a beige metal cubicle. I sat down before a manual typewriter, rolled in a piece of ruled pica paper, and pounded out copy about men's work pants and tube socks for The Sears Big Book. I will never forget the thrill, months later, of seeing someone lug The Big Book under his arm onto the train. People actually read what I wrote.

Today, 42 years later, I'm still at it. Only today I worked from home on a MacBook Air. I wrote a post for my client's blog and composed dynamic content for a trio of Gmail ads. I wore a t-shirt emblazoned with a recent vacation destination, but if I felt like working in my pjs, I could have just opted to not turn on my camera.

I've been supporting myself, without interruption, as a writer my entire adult life. I lost one job when the company I worked for bellied up, but I've never been laid off or fired. That is very rare in this industry. I'm more proud of that than I am of my Tempos, Echo and Clio. I've moved my clients' business along and maintained my integrity. I'm proud of that, too.

I've learned a lot from terrific mentors. I've had great coworkers who have become friends, closer than family. June 4, 1979 is the date I met John and Mindy and they are part of my life to this day.

 As I round third and head for home, I realize I am fortunate that I've made something of a success doing what I enjoy and what comes naturally to me.

 

WWW.WEDNESDAY

WWW. WEDNESDAY asks three questions to prompt you to speak bookishly. To participate, and to see how other book lovers responded, click here.  

1. What are you currently reading? Murder on the Orient Express by Agatha Christie. There are few movies I've seen as often or enjoyed as much as the 1974 film version of this book. Dame Agatha herself saw the movie and approved, which is indeed high praise! So when I found the book on the shelf of my local library, I snapped it up. I want to see if the movie I'm so fond of tracks with the original work.

So far it does. Knowing whodunit does not diminish my enjoyment. As Poirot interrogates the passengers, I hear Albert Finney as Poirot and the cast of the '74 film (especially Vanessa Redgrave's Mary Debenham and Wendy Hiller's Princess Dragomiroff). It's like spending time with dear old friends.

2. What did you recently finish reading? Natalie Wood: A Life by Gavin Lambert. The lady was complicated. Beginning at the age of 7, and until her second marriage to Richard Gregson at age 30, she was the main breadwinner of her family -- Mom, Dad and kid sister, Lana, all lived off of her. She felt their love was conditional, based on her working (and frankly, I'm not sure she was wrong about Mom and Lana; Dad is a more sympathetic character). Then she married a successful producer/agent, had a baby, and wanted to concentrate on being a wife and mother. When she and Gregson divorced and she remarried Robert Wagner -- by now he was a successful TV star -- she still thought being a homebody was her greatest ambition.

 

But she was like a firehorse, pawing at the dirt when she hears the bell. After a few years, she wanted to go back to work. Not for the money, not for the fame, but for the satisfaction it would give her. But there was a desperation to her quest to revitalize her career. She was now over 40, a dangerous age for beautiful Hollywood actresses.

 

There was guilt attached to leaving her little girls. There was her husband, who was supportive of her theoretically, but not entirely in practice. He appreciated her talent, but he liked having her home, too.

 

She couldn't sleep without sedatives. She liked wine too much. She had a dangerous penchant for "swishing her tail" (a friend's euphemism for Natalie's flirting) when she felt ignored or unappreciated. Her beloved father died, and her mother and sister began leaning on her more and more for money and attention. 

This was the woman who went overboard that fateful Thanksgiving weekend. A woman bedeviled by demons. 

But she was also hopeful about the future. She was about to make her stage debut in Anastasia the following February and was enthusiastic about the wardrobe and casting. If the play had been a success, she could live a structured and comparatively normal life with her family for the run of the show. She was looking forward to coordinating her personal and professional lives.

She also had a loving, supportive network of friends -- including Wagner's adult stepsons from his second marriage to Marion Donen  -- and I liked her for that. She clearly had an open and generous spirit. I also admired several of her films. So I enjoyed this portrait of her as a woman and an artist.

I don't know that I recommend this book, though. Gavin Lambert, who actually knew Natalie, spends an inordinate amount of time on Maria, Natalie's mother. I get it: she was a monster. Maria Gurdin shoved her little girl into a career and then proceeded to live through her, controlling her daughter largely with guilt. But this could have been established in far fewer pages than he devotes to this thoroughly unpleasant woman.

 

3. What will read next? Fiction. Not exactly sure which book.

Little Gal, Happy at Last

Walking through my neighborhood today, enjoying the sunshine, listening to the Cubs in my headphones, I was happy. 

Happy to see faces again and not masks -- though we are respectful enough of one another to still wear them indoors. It's nice to smile at people and, especially dogs. (I like dogs!) 

Happy that I'm healthy this Memorial Day, happy that the country seems to be healing after the pandemic, the heartbreak of George Floyd and the horror of January 6. Knowing that the country they died for is back on track to being a more perfect union must help some of our late servicemen and women rest more peacefully.

Happy that I was picking up barbecue spare ribs from my favorite Chinese restaurant. (Gotta remember to check that fortune.)

Happy, happy, happy.

I hope you're enjoying a similarly happy, healthy, reflective Memorial Day.

Sunday Stealing

Stolen from Journal Buddies

1. When do you feel the world will stop? I don't think it ever will. Things will evolve, of course. That's the natural order of things. But I don't believe it will ever end.

2. What is your personal motto? "Above all, be the heroine of your own life. Not the victim." Nora Ephron.

3. What is the greatest gift you ever received? So many! I've been lucky that way. Most recently I've received flowers from unexpected sources. Snarkypants sent me a bouquet when she sensed I was feeling low. My oldest friend sent another on behalf of my cats for Mother's Day.

Reynaldo examines the flowers from Snarkela

The Happy Fur Mom's Day bouquet

4. Who is a leader who inspires you? President Kennedy. (BTW, his birthday was yesterday.)

5. What irrationally annoys you more than anything else? The tinfoil hat brigade, the ones who post that they know "the truth." About Dr. Fauci and the vaccines. About the Clintons and Jeffrey Epstein. About Q and "the storm." These poor people deserve my pity more than my scorn. It must be really hot under those tight tinfoil bonnets, with only suspicion and hate for comfort.

WWG1WGA!

6. What small thing can always bring you a bit of joy? Singing with my shower radio each morning.

7. What is your favorite thing to do on a lazy day? Watch the first-place Chicago Cubs. They've won six in a row!

 

8. How often do you take risks? I'm less inclined to take risks each year, it seems.

9. Write about your happiest memory, Again, I'm lucky to have so many happy memories! One of my favorites is of Easter, when I was 5. My favorite uncle hid our gifts somewhere in his car. Then he put the top down and drove us around the block until we found them. Mine was a book under the floor mat in the back seat. It was about a girl who had yellow curtains in her tree house, and I had yellow curtains in my bedroom.

10. How long do you think it will be before we see a female president? You know, I don't much care about the President's gender. If he or she isn't a crazy racist homophobe, I'm happy. (Isn't it wonderful to wake up each morning and not have to hear about the hate your President tweeted overnight?)

11. Do you think it’s important to be part of a community?  Why? Why not? Very much so. It's one of the things our reverend reminds of us often: we're part of something bigger. A congregation, a community, a nation and a world. We have a responsibility to each. If we all do our best to honor that, the world will be a better place for us all.

12. What piece of modern technology are you most grateful to have. It's a toss up between the a/c and the microwave.

13. Do you feel anonymous on line? Depends on what site I'm on and what I'm doing.

14. What is something you’ve always wanted to try but have never gotten around to. A sleep study. I wake up in the middle of the night, and sometimes suffer headaches first thing in the morning, and I suspect I have sleep apnea.

15. What would life be like without the internet? I bet we'd all be more fit. I know I moved more before I spent so much time online.

 

More than beautiful

It's hard to believe that anyone was ever as gorgeous as Elizabeth Taylor was in Butterfield 8. She's so lusciously proportioned and her hair and lashes are so thick and her face is so flawless that you can't not look. So it would be easy to dismiss her as an actress and just regard her as a force of nature.

That would be a mistake.

During the first 10 minutes of the movie, she barely speaks. Her character, Gloria, wakes up alone in a strange bedroom after a one-night stand, and wanders around in a sheet, slowly remembering how she got there. When Gloria finds the torn remnants of her dress on the floor, she's alternately disgusted that it's destroyed and turned on by the memory. She's about to go home in the nice cloth coat with a fur collar she finds in her absent, married lover's closet when she sees an envelope addressed to her. Inside is cash and a note: "$250. Enough? L." 

$250 in 1960 would be $2,200 today.

Gloria may be a slut, but she's not a hooker. She went to bed with "L" (Weston Liggett) because she dug him, and she's furious that he treated her like a prostitute. She scrawls "No Sale" in lipstick on the bathroom mirror and switches the sensible pale coat for the far more expensive, full-length mink. That'll teach him!

All this with no dialog. 

By the end of the segment, when she gets into a cab and tells the driver she'll double the tip in exchange for a cigarette, we already know a lot about our very feisty, very tarnished heroine. And we like her. We get that she's self-destructive, has poor impulse control, and now we're worried about her.

Sure, Elizabeth Taylor was beautiful and controversial. There have been many gorgeous movie stars (from Lana Turner to Angelina Jolie) with equally tumultuous private lives, but there's only ever been one Liz. She was genuinely gifted. Especially when it was just her and the camera. She knew how to communicate with us through the lens.  

She won her first Oscar for this part. Hollywood legend has it she won for surviving a near-fatal bout of pneumonia. Look close at that LIFE cover and you can see her tracheotomy scar. That all may be true. But it all happened before I ever saw Butterfield 8 so it doesn't affect my assessment of the film. It's a messy, far from perfect movie, but she is perfect. I appreciate her more every time I see it.

Happy Birthday to My Favorite C Student

In honor of his May 29 birthday, I give you John F. Kennedy's 7th grade report card.

Known as "a prankster" (aka "smart ass"), he could be disruptive in class. Throughout his academic career, teachers commented that he was "charming" and "clever," but none of his report cards was cause for celebration. He was, at best, an undistinguished student until he got to Harvard, where he graduated cum laude. Actually his college grades weren't so hot, either. His senior thesis, however, was outstanding, received a magna, and that high honor put him over.

As a solid C student myself, I love this very, very much. Some of us turn out OK. 

Saturday 9

Saturday 9: If You're Reading This (2007)

Unfamiliar with this week's tune? Hear it here.



Memorial Day is the federal holiday designated to honor American service people who died in battle. 



1) Memorial Day was introduced after the Civil War. War memorials, as well as graves of veterans, are to be decorated with flags and flowers this weekend in a show appreciation. Is there a war memorial in your neighborhood? There's a statue in honor of WWI veterans next to the public library. General Pershing himself attended the dedication.

2) Here at Saturday 9, we regard everyone who served -- veterans and active military -- as heroes. Have you, or has anyone in your family, worn the uniform of our armed forces? We want to hear about them. My dad was a Navy corpsman in Korea. He was known in the neighborhood for being able to do butterfly stitches on cuts that were long but not too deep. He saved more than a few local kids trips to the ER after falling off their bikes. He never talked about the sailors he must have cared for. I wish he had. He was all John-Wayne-flag-wavy about his service, but he never talked about it in human terms. I could have related better to it, and to him, if he had.

My favorite uncle was drafted into Vietnam. He loved to tell colorful stories about the men he served with, and oh, how they partied in Bangkok! I asked him about combat itself and those memories caused him great pain. He took me to dinner and told me I had one evening to ask him anything I wanted to know, and then we would never discuss it again. I hated how he carried all that ugliness in his heart.

Until about two years ago, my oldest nephew was in the Navy and served on the USS Nimitz. He never saw combat, but the experience was very good for him. He'd been pretty aimless before he enlisted. Now he's married and has a good job as a firefighter, using the skills he learned on ship.

3) Similarly, we're grateful to those who served on the front lines during the Covid 19 pandemic. Tell us about anyone you know who was an essential worker, a first responder or administered vaccines. They deserve a shout out, too! I learned that one of my TCM Film Fest buddies, Patricia, is an LPN. She volunteered her time to give shots at the drive-thru vaccination site. Fortunately, enough of us have behaved responsibly and gotten our shots, so the drive-thru option is no longer needed.

4) Memorial Day is the traditional kick off of the summer season. Have you packed away your winter clothes yet? I never took them out. I was indoors so much Winter 20-21 (and my condo is always so warm) that I didn't need my sweaters.

5) What's your favorite picnic food? Potato salad. I don't seem to eat it anywhere else except outdoors, off a paper plate.

6) As you answer these questions, is there a fan or an air conditioner cooling your room? There's a fan in the window, but it's not on. It's rather chilly here today.

7) This week's song is about a heartbreaking situation. The lyrics are a letter from a soldier to his family, which was only to be sent in the event of his death. What's the saddest song you have ever heard? "At Seventeen" by Janis Ian.

8) This week's featured artist, Tim McGraw, has a star on Hollywood Walk of Fame. It's near those honoring William Shatner and Julie Andrews. If you could have lunch with one of those luminaries -- Tim McGraw, William Shatner or Julie Andrews -- which would you choose?

 
9) Random Question: Think of the last thing you bought. Was it a wise purchase? Wise? Probably not. Yet I refuse to regret it.

Thank you, Matt and Matthew

 

I just saw the Friends reunion on HBO Max, and would like to thank Matt LeBlanc for getting heavy and letting his hair go white, and to Matthew Perry for getting jowly and not bothering to hide his bald spot. Without them, just looking at "the girls" and Schwimmer, I was beginning to think I was the only one who aged over the last 17 years!

It was fun to see the gang from Central Perk as they are today. For me, they're frozen in the 1990s. Whenever I stumble upon episodes on TBS, I stop and watch. I think about who I was when they aired first run, and then again ten years ago when they kept me company in the hospital after surgery, and six months ago when I was battling the corona virus. 

"Joey's tailor is a very bad man!"

"You have to stop the Q-tip when there's resistance!"

"Smelly Cat, Smelly Cat, what are they feeding you?" 

"He's her lobster."

Ugly naked guy

Miss Chananadler Bong

Yes, I love my friends.

WWW.WEDNESDAY

WWW. WEDNESDAY asks three questions to prompt you to speak bookishly. To participate, and to see how other book lovers responded, click here.  

1. What are you currently reading? Natalie Wood: A Life by Gavin Lambert. I recently heard a millennial coworker reduce Natalie Wood to, "That pretty actress who drowned. Wasn't she murdered?" That made me sad, for Natalie Wood was so much more than her mysterious death. One of the few child stars to transition to adult success, she had three Oscar nominations before age 25. Hers was a career that was thrust upon her by an exploitative stage mother, yet one she nurtured on her own. She was talented, smart and savvy. Her legacy should be more than just her going overboard one November night. 

This biography works hard to give us a view of her life in full. Too full, in fact. The background on her mother/grandparents and their escape from Russia to Shanghai and then the US was a confusing (and actually rather irrelevant) slog. Once the focus shifts from mother to daughter, the story takes off.

2. What did you recently finish reading? Where We Belong by Emily Giffin. What happens if your life is built on sand and not solid ground? Is there a difference between a secret and a lie? Marion is a 30-something TV producer, successful in her career and happy (enough) in her relationship with her lover, a network executive. Her New York life is moving along smoothly, until her Midwestern past unexpectedly comes roaring out of nowhere and suddenly her life isn't so smooth anymore.

For chick-lit, this book takes on some serious serious topics and handles them with surprising sensitivity. Some online reviews expressed disappointment with the ambiguous ending. Not me. Everyone doesn't always live happily ever after with their first love -- in fact, most of us don't -- and I personally don't think these characters will or should. But it's left open. A little messy. Like life.

3. What will read next? A mystery or a thriller.

 

Was this the best margarita ever?

I'm talking about the one I ordered Sunday afternoon. I enjoyed it along with a massive bowl of clam chowder, outdoors in the sunshine from the patio of my favorite local sports bar. 

Even better than the drink and the weather -- I was showing off my first pedi of the year! -- was the company. I was with Nancy and her husband Paul. New blood!

So much of my covid contact has been with the same people, over and over, and it's been tiresome. Tiring. For John, Kathy, Henry and my oldest friend are all very dear, but very damaged, people. With emotional and physical problems that are difficult for me to deal with.*

Nancy's and Paul's life isn't perfect. Nancy is still dealing with the loss of her son last summer. She is mourning her son while trying to mother/mentor her daughter, who just graduated from college. Paul is her second husband, and I know from days gone by that Nancy's children have resented his "intrusion" in their mother's life. And, of course, everyone has had quite a time this past year during the pandemic.

But Nancy and Paul aren't defined by their problems. Or hiding from them. Or exacerbating them. So spending time with Nancy and Paul was fun. Energizing, not depleting.

Last weekend I saw my nephew. This weekend I saw Nancy and Paul. Joanna and I are trying to carve out time to get together.

The pandemic is receding. I feel like I'm tentatively coming out of the shadows.

*And, obviously hard for them. I don't mean to be insensitive to their suffering. I love my friends.

Cubs vs. Cardinals

As you can see, watching Sunday night's thrilling, 10-inning pitcher's duel at Busch Stadium aged me considerably. But it ended happily, with Javier Baez knocking one out of the park. Final score: 2-1. PHEW!

2-1 was the score of Saturday's night game, only the Cards saw themselves on the winning side of the equation. Friday was decidedly more lopsided (12-3). 

These games were important. Yes, it's always important when the Cubs play the Cards. But especially now. The Cardinals are in first place, but now only by two games. My guys are nipping at their tail feathers!

Since this is likely the last year that the heart of this team will be together, I want to savor every moment. And I want them to go out winners. 

Sunday Stealing

Ned the Duck

A - Annoyance: People who don't break down their boxes before putting them in the recycle bin. When it's full up, unit owners start putting their recyclables in the garbage bin and that's not good. (I spend entirely too much time thinking about this.)

B - Bestest Friend[s]: I've known my best friend since Kindergarten. We Beatle bonded. She loves George, and I am forever a Paul Girl.

C - Car: I don't have one.

D - Day or night: You are the one. Only you 'neath the moon or under the sun. (Yes, I know it's and. But it's always nice to work Sinatra into a meme.)
 

E- Easiest person to talk to?: My best friend.

F - Favorite Month: November. My birthday month!

G - Gummy Bears or Worms: No gummies for this gal. I literally lost a filling in a fiber gummy. 

H - Hair Color: Light brown with streaks of gray at the temple and the part. I wish I was grayer. Then I wouldn't have to get highlights anymore.

I - Ice Cream: Lately I've been enjoying Neapolitan.

J - Jewelry: I quit wearing my rings during covid because I didn't want to get hand sanitizer all over them.

K - Kindergarten: I remember sitting on the floor around the piano, watching my teacher play. And one of my classmates (Gail) used to cry every day because she missed her mom.

L - Longest Car Ride: Chicago to Fort Lauderdale with my Cousin Rose and her friend, Natalie. 20 hours over three days.

M - Most missed person: I miss my friend John. He has health problems and is keeping to himself. I respect his privacy so I'm giving his space and besides, he's afraid I will nag and harangue him to take better care of himself. (And I would.)

N - Number of Siblings: Two

O - One regret: That I don't like my sisters.

P- Part of your appearance you like least?: I photograph so fat! (Because I am fat.)

Q- Quote: "Art is art, isn't it? On the other hand, east is east and west is west and if you take cranberries and stew them like prunes they taste more like prunes than rhubarb does." Groucho Marx

R - Reality TV Show: My bad-tv guilty pleasure is Autopsy: The Last Hours of ... on the Reelz channel.

S - Shoe: I wear them two at a time. (Sorry, I was channelling Bud there for a moment.) I just had a pedi yesterday, so I've dusted off my Birkenstock sandals to show it off.

T - Time you woke up: I woke up at no particular reason at about 4:00 AM and then rolled over and went back to sleep until 8:00.

U - Unpredictable?: I don't think so.

V - Vegetable you hate: Uncooked tomatoes

W- Worst Habits: I'm sharp tongued

X - X-Rays: My dentist just took a mouthful in April

Y - Year you were born: 1957

Z - Zoom: Has become a generic term, like Kleenex. I say Zoom whether I mean Webex,  Microsoft Teams, Skype or Zoom.

Saturday 9

The Way You Look Tonight (1936)

Unfamiliar with this week's tune? Hear it here.

1) They lyrics tell us that no matter how low the singer feels, it will raise his spirits to recall the way his lover looks tonight. Share a special moment in your life that brings a smile to your lips, no matter what. I've experienced this special moment many times and it never fails to delight me. Wrigley Field is more than 100 years old. Upon entry at street level, The Friendly Confines don't seem that special. Dank and bereft of sunlight, smelling of beer and salt and sweat. Then you go up the steps. Voila! A bright miracle! Sunshine, green grass and ivy. A sea of like-minded Cub fans. I think of my grandparents, my parents and my late uncle. I'm thrilled to be back at Wrigley Field, happy to be the third generation of Cub fans to make memories here.

 

2) This song was introduced by Fred Astaire in the 1936 movie, Swing Time. It won the Oscar for Best Song. What's your favorite movie song? So many! Too many, in fact. But here's the first one that comes to mind: "A Hard Day's Night."

3) Though today Fred is revered as a Hollywood legend, producers had to be convinced to give him a shot. The initial notes on his screen test were: "Can't act. Slightly bald. Also dances." Tell us about a time when someone underestimated you. I think sometimes I underestimate myself. I find as I get older, I'm less sure of myself.

 

4) Fred's legion of fans includes Jackie Chan. The martial arts star says Astaire's movies influenced the way he choreographed the Kung Fu fight sequences in his films. Mr. Chan is one of the most popular film stars in the world. Have you seen any of his movies? Nope. I don't really care for action movies.

 

5) Fred was always fascinated by new things. In the 1970s, when he was in his late 70s, he took up skateboarding and became so good at it he was awarded life membership in the National Skateboard Society. Have you been skateboarding? If not, is it something you're tempted to try? Me on a skateboard would not have a happy ending.

 

6) Fred's friends were amused by his passion for daytime soap operas. In the days before video recording, he would call home from the club house at the golf course and ask his maid what had happened that day on his favorite "story," As the World Turns. Is there a show you try not to miss? This Is Us. I don't think Kevin and Madison are going to make it down the aisle next week.

7) In 1936, the year this song was popular, the US patent office issued a patent for the Zippo lighter. Beginning in WWII and for decades after, Zippo lighters were issued to our soldiers. During the Vietnam War, troops had their lighters engraved with personal mottos. What's something you have had engraved or personalized? What did it say? "Kathy & Kris. Friday Harbor. May 2016." I stole some photos from my friend Kathy's Facebook page and had a jigsaw puzzle made, and that was the title in the center. Kathy loves puzzles, is losing her memory, and I know how much that getaway with her sister meant to her.

8) Also in 1936, a killer tornado struck Tupelo, MS. Have you ever been in a tornado? How about a hurricane or an earthquake? No. I've been very lucky that way. The worst weather I recall enduring was the summer of 1995. The mercury rose to 105º and then stayed in the 90ºs for days after that. As if that wasn't bad enough, it never got cool at night. It was hot and humid, even after dark. Over 700 people died from the heat! I learned we're an "urban heat island." A 20th century phenomenon, metropolitan areas have too much cement, asphalt and air pollution absorbing heat. It was miserable. In cold weather, we pull together. Chicagoans smile at one another and shrug as if to say, "Can you believe this shit?" But when it gets hot, people get mean.

 

9) Random question -- We're creating an action figure of YOU. What two accessories should we be sure to include in the box? A cat and a can of Coke.

 

I'm free!

It's hard for me to write about what I know nothing about. For the last two weeks, I've been working non-stop on a complicated project -- brochure, magazine ads, digital ads -- designed to encourage entrepreneurs to buy a car care franchise. I have no interest in cars. I have never wanted to be in business for myself. I have little experience with digital ads. (Emails and blog posts? I'm your gal! But not digital ads. That kind of writing is a craft that requires skills I don't have.)

I have been miserable. I was "loaned" to this account. The team that usually works on it was busy elsewhere, and I was "up." But I work for a company with offices in New York, Chicago, St. Louis and Los Angeles. I can't be the best-qualified writer we have to work on this project! It's not only been harder for me than it would for another writer, I don't believe I was giving the client their money's worth.

The project was supposed to be done this week. For reasons too tiresome to explain, it's fallen off schedule. This morning (Thursday) I was supposed to get another round of revisions. It's likely I would have to work (again) this weekend.

Guess what! My financial services client came through with a project! I am contractually obligated to work for them so I found out at 8:43 this morning that I was off the car care project. 

I'm free!

I should feel sorry for the new writer/art director team that's been put on the car care project -- a team that will have a devil of a time getting up to speed and meeting the deadline -- but I'm too fucking giddy just now.

This new project, for my client, will also have a digital component. But I'll be working with my boss, Aaron. He wants us to have a collaborative work session on Monday afternoon, where he'll look over my ideas and help me adapt them. Then next Wednesday, we'll show the account team and get their feedback. THEN we'll have three or four days to make the work as good as it can be before we present it.

Imagine that! The time, the resources and the freedom to actually do a good job! During a 40-hour workweek, too!