I begin tomorrow. Let's see how I do.
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
I begin tomorrow. Let's see how I do.
Stealing The Friday Fill-in
1. A broken heart is not the end of the world. You're more resilient than you know. You'll heal.
2. Coca Cola tastes so good!
3. Sometimes, putting others first is the best way to get out of your own head, out of your own way. I find I feel better about life when I do good.
4. Lake Michigan is breathtaking, really. They call it a Great Lake for a reason. When I look at it, I'm like the Grinch and my tiny heart grows 3 sizes.
5. Well, maybe there is something to be said for hydration. I have been drinking less water than I should and I notice I've been feeling a little ooky.
6. This week, my plans include a late lunch on Tuesday with a former coworker.
Unfortunately, tech is not one of them. Nor am I what anyone would call "handy around the house."
My sad saga began when this behemoth died. I got this Sylvania TV shortly before 9/11.* It was a fine set for its day, but its day is long past. I moved it from the living room to my bedroom five years ago, when Xfinity's system requirements demanded I upgrade.The Sylvania was fine. But it was 25 years old. The picture quality wasn't very crisp. I could no longer turn it on/off with the button on the front because the button disappeared into the set. Really. I pressed the poor brittle dot one time too many and the set swallowed it up, so I needed two remotes to operate it: one to turn it on/off and another to change the channels. It's also huge, measuring nearly 20" in depth and taking up the entire TV stand. It weighs 50 lbs.
Last Friday morning, it just died. Soundlessly – with no snap, crackle or pop – it just went black. It served me well, but it was over.
I had a plan: Buy a new, (slightly) bigger TV for the living room and move the living room set into the bedroom. The new set I settled on has a 32" screen, costs less than $100, and weighs just 16 lbs. This will never fail to amaze me. I grew up in a world where TVs were furniture.This undoubtedly uncomplicated scheme took me more than two hours to execute. The first hour was me on my own, and some of it was spent on trying to find my Phillips head screwdriver. (You couldn't just have a little stand that snaps into place, could you?)
The second hour was spent with the very patient Amanda of Xfinity. She took me step-by-step through getting my new smart TV to talk to my cable box. That call, while fruitful, got off to a rough start with me yelling "rep-re-sent-a-tive!" over and over, trying to get past the automated system.
I suspect this all would have taken my nephew 20 minutes.
Now I have to figure out what to do with the Sylvania TV, which is sitting like a 50-lb. brick of concrete in the middle of my bedroom floor. This may inspire me to get it together and designate more refuse for the junk man to haul away.
I suppose I could ask for help. But I want to figure these things out by myself, even though these situations do not play to my strengths.
*It's funny that I remember the set I watched during those dark days after the attack, but I do.
Saturday 9: Mystical Magical (2025)
How about your town? Do you have a hall of shame?
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My right foot has been killing me. Since February. It's Achilles tendonitis. My recovery has been steady but slow – chiropractic adjustments, massage, laser treatments. I'm trying to avoid anything more drastic (like cortisone treatments). I shared this with my yoga instructor, Rachel, and she gave me a new move ("nerve flossing") to add to my morning stretches.
During yesterday's yoga class, Rachel was discussing how yoga can help forestall or even avoid surgery altogether. She told us about her brother-in-law, who seems to view elective procedures as a quick way to relief but she wished he would try movement instead.
"Of course, to move through the pain you have to be a warrior. Like The Gal over there."
I'm a warrior! I like that.
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I've had teeth pulled ... gum surgeries ... root canals ... implants ... veneers ... That's countless hours in the chair.
And $22,506.25. That doesn't include meds.
Now I have had good dental insurance – both through my employer and now on my own. (But dental is not included in Medicare.) And it still came to $22,506.25.
When I worked I had paid time off. If I didn't have good insurance, if I didn't have sick days, I couldn't have afforded to do what it's taken to get my oral health in order. While I'd be lying if I didn't admit some of this dental work was handled the way it was because I wanted a nice, white smile, it's also true that oral health is important to one's overall health. Diabetes, heart disease and sepsis have all been linked to untreated dental issues.
Well, my dental issues have certainly been treated. To the tune of $22,506.25. (Or $3,215.15 a year every year for 7 seven years.*) I hope that the hardest work is over and, from here on out, all my dental appointments will be quick, painless and uneventful.
*If I'd invested that every year in a HYSA earning 2.5%, I'd have an extra $35,000. Like I say, I'm sorry I looked.
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1. What are you currently reading? And Never Let Her Go by Ann Rule. My library's algorithm says I'll like this book, and it's right. But I didn't have to check it out, I already have it. I read in 2001.
Ann Marie Fahey had a good job, working for the governor. She had a wide circle of friends. Finally she had a boyfriend she wanted to settle down with. And then she disappeared. It was when the police started looking for her that her secret life came to light: she'd been having an affair with a powerful older man.
This book reminds me of vacations. I was in a hotel room in the spring of 2001, moving kind of slow one morning, on a spa getaway, when I saw Mark Harmon on Regis and Kelly. He was promoting the made-for-TV movie based on this book, in which he played the powerful older man. I didn't see the movie but I remembered the title. Months later, in Key West, I was reading the book while sipping a boozy drink onboard Captain Runaground, a completely unseaworthy boat permanently docked and converted to a restaurant. I was alone because my friend Henry had to work that day and besides, he never understood my affinity for this dive.
2. What did you recently finish reading? Nothing but the Night by Greg King and Penny Wilson. 19-year-old Nathan Leopold and Richard Loeb, were Jewish, gay, and intellectual. They were also very twisted and in 1924, they kidnapped and killed 14-year-old Bobby Franks just for fun. They wanted to toy with authorities and see if they could pull off "the perfect crime." They could not. They got caught in no time (little more than a week), and that was with crude 1920s-era forensics. Their wealthy parents hired no less than Clarence Darrow to save them from the death penalty in the first "trial of the century."
This book did a very good job of invoking Jazz Age Chicago. WWI had been an earthquake. The old rules suddenly didn't apply, and society was in tumult. Before I picked up this book, I didn't realize that the Leopold, Loeb and Frank families lived within three blocks of one another. This made it easy for the press to put the Kenwood neighborhood under siege. I was also surprised by the condensed time frame. Poor Bobby was murdered in May, and Leopold and Loeb were sentenced in September (4 months). Justice moved faster in 100 years ago. For example, in the next "trial of the century," Nicole Brown Simpson and Ron Goldman were found dead in June 1994, and OJ Simpson was acquitted in October 1995 (16 months).
Still, I didn't love this book, and not just because Leopold and Loeb were odious. The authors made some rather sensational claims and didn't back them up. It felt as though they were just saying shit to make their book stand out among the true crime tomes. Too bad. This case gets under my skin because the murder was so pointless. I want to learn why it happened, not to hear baseless conjecture.
His career is not working out as he'd hoped. In April, a competing baseball website approached him and he took an interview. He was flattered and he was considering it. Then the unexpected happened: his current boss let him go. He didn't realize how much he loved his job until he lost it.
Fortunately, the competitive baseball website snapped him up. But here's the thing: they assign him articles. At the job he loved, he wrote any baseball story he wished, as long as it was ready post on deadline. He's not crazy about the restrictions but you know what? That's what being a writer for hire is all about. It's time he learned that. (News flash: I didn't choose to write a post explaining the difference between a transmission flush and a transmission fluid exchange. It was an assignment and I got paid. That's how it works.)
Also, neither his old job nor his new one actually employed him. No insurance. No 401k. No paid time off. He's in his mid-20s now and still in his childhood bedroom. He jokes that his car is older than he is, and it is.
He's in love with Bobbie. I met her, and she's lovely. But she's a little older and divorced. I can tell that he's seeing his life through her eyes and now it looks different.
So he's revisiting an old ambition: to become a teacher. With his degree in political science, he thinks he'd be good at American history.* I think with his chill demeanor, he'd be good with younger kids.
He's still in the exploration phase. It's going to be hard for him to pull the trigger and actually make the career switch. His original baseball writing job made him so happy. But even when the going was good, it didn't pay well, and the economic realities of independent media mean even more belt tightening on the part of employers.
I asked Bobbie what attracted her to him. She said his "authenticity." I can see her influence in this. He was once sincerely attracted to teaching. It's more stable and financially rewarding than baseball writing and it appeals to him more than general-assignment journalism (as opposed to writing exclusively about baseball).
I love him and am sorry he's hit this bump in the road. On the other hand, I love him and want him to transition through this so he can embark on the next phase of his life and career.
*Are you still reading, Kwiz? What do you think?
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Memorial Day Questions
1) What freedom are you most grateful for? I'm a fan of The First Amendment, even if the current occupant of The White House is not.
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We'll miss you, Stephen Colbert
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3) What have you been listening to? The Beatles.
4) What shows or movies have you been watching? I'm addicted to Issac Brown's YouTube channel.
Saturday 9: Soldier (2016)
Last weekend, The Cute One – as Will Ferrell referred to Paul McCartney – was the final guest of the season on Saturday Night Live. During his monologue, Will listed some of Paul's most popular compositions and included "Coming Up," saying it was his personal favorite. During the show, Paul did the customary two songs that SNL guests do. Then, in a third number song performed over the credits, Will got to sing "Coming Up" alongside Paul and was so into it! It was a joy to watch.
Then last night, Stephen Colbert got to interview one final guest on The Late Show. That honor went to Paul McCartney because, well of course it did. First of all, the show originated from The Ed Sullivan Theater, where the Beatles made history with their first appearance in 1964. Who better than Macca to turn out the lights? Paul is the likely the most recognized/respected musician in the world right now and this was an important moment in media and The First Amendment.* And his song, "Hello Goodbye" was perfect for the occasion. Stephen sang alongside him.
Watching these two performances I was acutely aware that Sir Paul is an artist who knows he's on his final lap. In a matter of weeks, he will be 84 years old. While I enjoy his newest song, "Days We Left Behind" is a poignant ballad sung by an old man with a reedy voice.
So right now I'm reminded how much he means to so many people. I've loved him so much for so long that I forget he's not just mine. Stephen Colbert wanted him for the biggest moment of his career. Will Ferrell just wanted to be around him. I recall the women, strangers, I sat with during this November 2025 concert here at the United Center. Their mother, with a walker, sat on the aisle seat. Then there were her two daughters, then me. Their mom – like Paul she was born in 1942 – has "given up" and they thought it might inspire her to see Paul, still vibrant and still performing, at 84.
There were 23,500 people at the United Center with us that night in November. It was just the last of 19 stops. Everyone who goes to see him now has their own personal reason for being there, and it felt important to each of us.
It must be enormously cool to have meant this much to this many people for so long. I hope he feels it.
The "I blame J. Edgar Hoover" Edition. According to Goodreads, I am not quite on track to complete 38 books this year. This is in large part due to G-Man, the 900 page biography of J. Edgar Hoover. It took me nearly two months to plow through that 896 page book.
I realize I'm making myself feel bad for not meeting a completely voluntary and ultimately meaningless metric I set for myself, but hey, that's how I roll.
So it's taken me to mid-May, but here are the first 13 books I've read this year.
1. The Family Holiday by Elizabeth Noble. Fiction
How about you? Have you set any reading goals for 2026? If yes, are you on your way to meeting them?
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1. What are you currently reading? Nothing but the Night by Greg King and Penny Wilson. Leopold and Loeb, two rich Chicago college students kidnapped and murdered a 14 year old boy, just to see if they could pull off "the perfect crime." Though it happened more than a century ago, this 1924 crime still comes up. My friend Nancy laughingly told me about how she heard Broadway composers Lerner and Loewe (Camelot, My Fair Lady) referred to as Leopold and Loeb by a confused coworker. When I saw Hitchcock's Rope at this year's TCM Film Festival, Professor Jacqueline Stewart introduced the film about a pair of thrill killers and couldn't resist adding that she, Leopold and Loeb all have ties to the University of Chicago.
So now I want to learn more about the truth behind the legend. This book, published in 2022, promises to give me a more nuanced look at the first murder to be dubbed "Crime of the Century." I know the original press coverage leaned heavily into the wealth, Jewishness and homosexuality of these two, obviously trying to "other" them. I hope this book examines whether that was a fair depiction.
One impression I have thus far is "too much, too soon." They both skipped grades and found themselves at U of C at age 14. They were not emotionally ready for the social and philosophical milieu they were thrust into. I'm not saying this explains what happened, but it didn't help.
2. What did you recently finish reading? Conversations with Kennedy by Ben Bradlee. The last two words of this book are "warm and kind." I'd say that about sums it up. Ben Bradlee and his wife became the couple that most often joined John and Jacqueline Kennedy for dinner for four at the White House. The Bradlees also spent weekends with the Kennedys in Palm Beach, Virginia and Camp David.
This gave them a view of the couple, and of life as First Couple, others didn't see. I enjoyed those glimpses. The President liked being teased by his wife, who called him "Bunny." He made bets but didn't honor them. He swore like the sailor he once was (saying "bastard" the way some of us say "shit"). He liked Noel Coward and Gertrude Lawrence records. It was the dawn of the space program and he loved hanging with the astronauts, just like any other red-blooded American boy. Except for sailing and the occasional game of golf, he was not at all outdoorsy and hated being dirty. His idea of "roughing it" was Bloody Marys on the veranda. Jackie, with her horseback riding, tennis and skiing was the jock of the duo. As I was reading, I found myself hoping that someone could give me a similar view of Abe and Mary Lincoln or Barack and Michelle Obama when they were at home and off the clock.
My favorite part of the book was when the President insisted on including the Bradlees in an on-going argument he and Jackie were having. Apparently, in 1961, Jackie spent $40,000 on "department stores." That would be $400,000 in today's dollars. The President asked her to explain this, and she could not. She was embarrassed and baffled, but unable to make her own case. So her husband brought in Carmine Bellino, the FBI accountant who specialized in organized crime and money laundering, to help his wife budget. It's good to be king.
The couples were so close that immediately after the assassination, the Bradlees waited with Jackie at Bethesda Naval Hospital as the President's autopsy was being done. Yet by the time this book was published, Jacqueline Onassis no longer wanted anything to do with Ben Bradlee and cut him dead whenever their paths crossed. At first her behavior confused me, because this book is so affectionate and funny. But it's also very intimate. There's a lot about how they related to their young children and how they were with one another and family members. My guess is that it didn't bother Jackie that this memoir put them in a bad light, because it doesn't, but that as a private person she didn't want these anecdotes published at all.