Saturday 9

Saturday 9: The Best Thing About Me Is You (2010)


1) What would you say is your best quality? I'm there for my friends.

2) In this song, Ricky sings that he's "allergic to tragedy." Do you suffer from any allergies? The drugs morphine and erythromycin, and bee sting. It's because of the last one that I have to carry an Epipen.

3) Benadryl, the popular allergy medication, is sometimes used to treat insomnia. What do you do when you can't sleep? Read or watch TV

4) The lyrics to this week's song encourage us, "Don't wait until mañana." Are you a procrastinator?  Very much so.

5) Ricky Martin is a judge on The Voice ... Mexico, aired on Mexican television. When you watch competition shows like The Voice, Dancing with the Stars or American Idol, do you usually agree with the judges? Or do you think you could do a better job? I don't watch American Idol auditions anymore because I swear I can't understand who makes the cut and who doesn't. Once the show starts, I generally agree with Harry and Keith.

6) Ricky tells interviewers that when he was very young, he'd sing in the family kitchen, pretending a wooden spoon was his microphone. Crazy Sam admits to lip synching into a black Magic Marker. When you gave imaginary concerts, what did you use as a microphone? Hairbrush

7) Ricky began working at the tender age of 9, performing in commercials. How old were you when you received your first paycheck? My first full-time, 40 hr/week check came when I was 17.

8) Ricky does yoga to stay in shape. Have you ever tried yoga? Yes. Didn't like. I found it impossible to completely relax in that room full of strangers.

9) Ricky is of primarily Spanish descent, with a little French mixed in. When you think of French cuisine, what comes to mind? pastry

Thank you, Mr. Cub

It feels like a death in the family. The greatest Cub player ever, Ernie Banks, has died. He was 83.

He was the first player of color to wear a Cub uniform. He was a Cub for all 2,528 games of his career, and the mark he left on my team and this city is immeasurable. But, since baseball is all about the stats, let's celebrate him with what is measurable.


•  512 Home runs
•  Back to back MVP Awards
•  Two time home run champion
•  14 All Star appearances
•  Major league Hall of Fame
•  First Cub to have his number retired
•  Winner of the Presidential Medal of Freedom
•  Named a Living Legend by the Library of Congress

Those last two make me want to cry, because unless you live in Chicagoland, you can't know what he's meant to us.

This man played short stop and first base from 1953 to 1971. Those were turbulent years in America, and here. (1968 Democratic Convention, anyone?) With his talent and spirit and class, Ernie gave us all someone to look up to and cheer. It doesn't matter that a lot of those Cub teams were losing teams, and that we never got to the World Series. He made each and every game feel like an opportunity.

He christened Wrigley Field, "The Friendly Confines." He coined the phrase for game day, "Let's play two." I've never known anyone to say Ernie turned down an autograph or a handshake. He was known for his work with the Live Above and Beyond Foundation and Kick Back, a group that collects gently used athletic shoes for young athletes in need. 

I saw Ernie Banks play. So did my father. So did my grandfather. He brought us all joy.

From The Chicago Tribune:

"Ernie Banks didn't invent day baseball or help build Wrigley Field. He just made the idea of playing a baseball game under the sun at the corner of Clark and Addison streets sound like a day in paradise, win or lose. ... He was a player who promoted the game like he was part of the marketing department. Not because he had to, but because he truly loved the Cubs and the game itself."

Well, that's done

Tuesday night's condo association meeting wasn't THAT bad, after all.

Oh, it was bad. Old Mr. B. can't hear and can't focus, but that didn't stop him from talking ... and talking ... and talking. Kathy and Pedro argued about which of them is better suited to lead us poor, benighted unit owners. Al the Building Manager had no real answers to anyone's questions. And I'm sooooo beyond caring.

But there are bright spots. We were joined by two long-time owners who previously haven't bothered showing up. Lawanda is quiet, but she had credibility and didn't just speak to hear herself speak. Brian, who has been full of questions about how the association works, surprised me by actually getting involved and running for a spot on the board. He won. Yea!

Plumbing Lady didn't bother to show up. I guess the Saturday evening voicemail I left her had some impact. I told her that once she determined what was causing her sink to back up, then I would talk to her about my liability, if any. That I am not doing anything because my sink is just fine. And that I'd be happy to discuss the situation (her word) longer at Tuesday night's meeting. Which, as I say, she didn't attend.

I still missed the State of the Union address and Redford night on TCM and quality time with my good old cat, Joey. But hopefully I wont' have to attend another of these dismal affairs until June.

Hear that? Me, neither!

Wednesday night, no one came over. Not a soul came a-rap-rap-rapping on my door. Thank God!

In the past five days I've had my across-the-hall neighbor come by to talk condo association doings and exchange phone numbers.* Then Plumbing Lady stuck a note on my door, saying that she expects me to tell her "the outcome of this situation," with "this situation" being her stopped-up sink. Then neighbor Brian came by twice, staying more than half an hour each time, to talk about condo association doings.

I've hated every moment of it.

I grew up watching The Dick Van Dyke Show, where Millie kept running over unannounced to visit Laura. Then there was The Mary Tyler Moore Show, where Rhoda would drop in unannounced to visit Mary. Mary had it better than Laura in that at least Rhoda knocked.

I am neither as friendly nor as gracious as Laura and Mary. Especially Mary. Like me in my "clown car" office, she sat out in the open, fully exposed to her coworkers, all day every day. How did she do it? How did she put up with Ted and Murray all day and then go home to merciless exposure to Rhoda, Phyllis and Georgette, and yet still manage to turn the world on with her smile?

When I get home from work, I like to sit on my lumpy futon, big old fat cat Joey at my side, and watch TV in my pajamas. Even if it's only 7:30. I don't want to hear about your stopped up sink (and I certainly don't want to pay for removing the clog) and I don't care what you think of Ken the Handyman or Al the Building Manager. It exhausts me pretending that I do care, it exhausts me pretending to be nice.

This Gal needs alone time to recharge. Without it, I get depressed and squirrely.

*Yeah, by all means, let's call each other every night, too. Oy!

He won't KILL them. He'll just WING them.

Tonight is our condo association meeting. If there was any way I could send Little Joe in my place, I would.

I'm in a bad mood about this gettogether for four reasons:

1) We just had a meeting a couple weeks ago, but not enough owners showed up to legally elect a board. I can't say that I blame my neighbors, exactly. If I could get out of these dismal affairs, I would. I kinda have to attend because of my  neighbor Sally. In her 40s, she's deaf and slightly disabled due to a stroke. She has asked me to sit with her at these meetings and type so that she could read what's being said from my laptop screen. Why not? I type for a living. I'm very fast, and it seemed like a nice, neighborly thing to do.

The thing of it is, though, I don't want to hear the same old/same old complaints and problems yet again. I really don't. It's frustrating and stressful.

2) "I'm not on the board." My neighbor Brian stopped by last night and peppered me with questions about condo association doings for 45 fucking minutes. Among my answers were phrases like, "I'm not on the board," "You'll have to ask the board tomorrow," and "This is why I don't want to be on the board." I don't like all this drama in my home. I have stress at work and I want to relax at home. I don't want neighbors dropping by, rapping on my door, and bringing me their issues.

3) Plumbing Lady. (See post immediately below) My downstairs neighbor left a note on my door, saying that her stopped-up sink is my fault and my financial responsibility. She has no proof of this, and I don't see how I can possibly be the cause of her problem. I left her a voicemail, telling her we could discuss it at tonight's meeting. I don't want to talk to her about this. I want Little Joe to shoot her.

4) The POTUS. I'm a news junkie. A political geek. The State of the Union address is very important to me, and I will miss it because I'll be typing away so Sally can know what's going on. I know Sally can't help her deafness, I know it must complicate her life and I know I shouldn't resent helping her. Which makes me feel guilty on top of resentful.

So tonight, as I sit there, wishing it to be over, this will be my mantra. Provided by Snarkypants:

I am not on the board! I have no greater responsibility than any of 23 other owners. Plumbing Lady can't make me pay for something that isn't my fault. And hopefully, but 8:30 tonight, all this will be behind me.

No wonder!

My skin's messed up right now. It doesn't help that a tenacious strip of red remains from where Reynaldo scratched me (though I'm sure there won't be a scar), but mostly I'm upset about the two new zits.

I blame them on stress.

First there's been serious drama at work. Two of our three account executives resigned. We only have three, and that third one is about to give birth. Uh-oh.

Though I'm not sorry to see these two go. One is the Chocolate Covered Spider. She always appears goody-goody on the surface but that covers a will of iron. Unfortunately she isn't motivated by doing good work. She has to be in control. She has to be right. Consequently we clashed all the time. Spidey is moving to Indianapolis because her husband was transferred. She'll be working remotely from her new home throughout February and, as I understand it, by March 1 she'll be out of my life. Yea!

The second is Blondie McBlonderson. She lives and breathes stress. When the smallest thing doesn't go as expected, she unravels. She's leaving before January 30 to work with her husband at his new start up. He's welcome to her.

So why aren't I happier? My boss. He's completely freaking out. A man of 60, he works overtime to be charming and relevant to the 35 year old Spider and 29 year old Blondie. I bounce between thinking it's cute and thinking it's sad. At any rate, he's going to miss his girls a lot.

That's not my business. But this is: He's going to vet new job candidates before they go to HR, and he told us that "the client" would "obviously" prefer to work with "young, well dressed women."

Um ... that's illegal. Even if it's true, and I'm not convinced it is. And what if our client had expressed an antipathy toward African Americans, or Jews, or Hispanics? Would he have shared that with us? Would he restrict the candidates based on race or religion? Of course, none of that is relevant. My boss simply wants to replace his blonde mafia.

My boss' unprofessional behavior left me feeling very depressed.

Then there's my downstairs neighbor. I came home late Saturday afternoon to a note taped to my front door. Both my neighbors on the second and third floor are having trouble with "dirty water" backing up into their kitchen sinks, and she wants me to tell her "the outcome of this situation."

My drain is running just fine, and I don't dump anything down it except the occasional half pint of milk that's past it "use by" date, so I'm not convinced this has anything to do with me. It seems far more likely that either the resident of the second or third floor jammed too much into their garbage disposals, or perhaps the sewer line damage I keep hearing about at condo association meetings has had a negative impact on their pipes. (This would also help explain the infestation of drain flies I had to deal with.)

At any rate, it's not up to me to do anything to affect "the outcome of this situation." I'm certainly not paying a plumber Sunday/holiday rates to look at my operational sink. I left her a voice mail telling her that we could discuss this with our condo management company at the next meeting on Tuesday. (As if I didn't hate these meetings enough as it is.)

Oy!

Once again, I'm not liking 21st century life.

Ben! Saddle up the horses. I want to ride off with you and the boys.

Sunday Stealing

Name Your Favorite…

1. Place The Friendly Confines of Wrigley Field
2. Person It changes. Right now, at this moment, I'll go with my oldest friend because she was really there for me Saturday night when I was feeling overwhelmed.
3. Color Blue
4. Food Right now I'm jonesing for a ribeye steak
5. Smell Cinnamon
6. Book Reckless Youth by Nigel Hamilton
   
7. Movie The Way We Were
   
8. Music artist Sir Paul
9. Thing to do when bored Farmville
   
10. Genre of literature Biography
11. Magazine Allure
12. Texture Soft
13. Time of day Around 3:00 PM
14. Day of the week Saturday (if it's not too busy)
15. Thing to learn about History
16. Thing about yourself  I'm a committed and caring friend
17. Lifehack (a time saving, efficiency technique for life) Shampoo doubles as a body wash and triples as a laundry pretreat for organic stains, like food or blood

Saturday 9

Saturday 9: Zing! Went the Strings of My Heart (1939)

1) This song is about love at first sight. Do you believe that immediate attraction lasts? I'd like to think it does, but I'm not so sure.

2) The lyrics mention "a breath of spring" and robins singing. Now that we're deep into winter, what do you miss about spring?   Baseball

3) Though the world knew her as Judy Garland, this week's featured artist was born Frances Gumm and her family called her "Baby." Does your family have any pet names for you?  My father and grandfather each had a nickname for me, but they're both gone now.

4) Because she was petite -- just 4'11 -- it was obvious when Garland gained even a few pounds and consequently she battled her weight her whole life. Now that we're in the new year, have you made any resolutions about your own diet? I'd love to lose weight but mostly I'm trying to eat healthier.

5) The year this song came out, 1939, was the year Garland's most famous movie, The Wizard of Oz, was released. Which of her three traveling companions is your favorite: Scarecrow, Tin Man or Cowardly Lion? Scarecrow. Totally. "I could while away the hours, conferring with the flowers, consulting with the rain. My head I'd be scratching while my thoughts are busy hatching if I only had a brain."

6) Barry Manilow enjoyed Judy's performance of this song so much he did a "dream duet" with her and included it in his recent CD. What performer who is no longer with us do you wish you could have seen in concert? Garland. Elvis. Frank. All good choices. But the first one that came to mind was Amy, Amy, Amy.

7) Judy had a terrible problem with tardiness. Are you usually prompt? Usually. I depend on public transportation and it waits for no man.

8) During World War II, Judy worked tirelessly to entertain the troops. Tell us about a cause that's near and dear to your heart.   My local food pantry. On Monday I'm taking a bag of canned goods and pasta over there. That people are going hungry right here in my neighborhood is a sobering thought, and this winter, when the schools closed for the frigid weather, so many parents had to take off work without pay and the kids missed their free school lunches.

9) The American Film Institute lists Garland as the 8th greatest movie star of all time. Who is your all time favorite actor or actress? Certainly Garland would be one of them. She was always so genuine onscreen. With time I have come to appreciate Elizabeth Taylor more as an actress, too. But if I could only choose one, I'd have to go with The Great Kate. Hepburn was more than an actress, she was a force of nature. The AFI agrees with me. Here's their list.

WWW.WEDNESDAY

This meme is no more. But that doesn't mean I can't answer the three Wednesday questions on my own. And so I shall.

• What are you currently reading? Man on the Run: Paul McCartney in the 1970s. A Christmas present. It's heavier than I expected it to be, and so far it's as much a love story as show biz biography. In 1970, Paul was a newlywed, a new father, and unexpectedly unemployed because the band he adored had imploded. He drank too much, smoked too much (of everything) and unraveled. It fell to wife Linda to alternately comfort him and kick his ass to get him through. As well illustrated by old whatshername above, I'm fascinated by how people cope with and recover (or don't recover) from adversity. With Paul, the key seems to be his natural talent and the love of a good woman.

• What did you recently finish reading? Robert the Doll. Another Christmas gift. Robert is the demonic sailor doll who reigns over  Key West's East Martello Museum. I enjoy the stories of his enchantment, and the havoc he causes for those who don't give him his props and appreciated the thoroughness with which author David L. Sloan approached his other worldly subject.

• What do you think you’ll read next? In my cleaning I stumbled upon The Cracker Factory by Joyce Rebeta Burditt.  Haven't thought about this book in at least a decade, but I really enjoyed it and it feels like a good time to revisit it.

Let me know what you're reading, and how you're liking it.

The Way They Were

(... she said, borrowing a phrase)

I watched two movies last night, Spellbound and Barefoot in the Park. The first I'd never seen before, the second I hadn't seen in at least a decade. I was struck by how two very well known leading men evolved.

Spellbound and Gregory Peck. I saw this 1945 Hitchcock thriller for the first time with my classic movie group. I was surprised to see Gregory Peck, who would so indelibly play the heroic Atticus Finch, be by turns duplicitous and vulnerable and always very hot. This was only his fourth movie, just two years into his career, and he had yet to become the embodiment of all things noble that I love so in To Kill a Mockingbird.  I guess because Atticus is the ideal father figure, it never occurred to me that Peck was a fine piece of eye candy.

Barefoot in the Park and Robert Redford. TCM is featuring Redford on Tuesday nights in January and this 1967 romantic comedy was on when I got home from Spellbound. I always rather dismissed this as lightweight, and it is. But seeing it last night was revelatory because Redford is so physically deft and funny. Yes, it's the part he originated on Broadway and played for more than 1000 performances, so it shouldn't surprise me that he was comfortable in the role. But I'm far more familiar with the cinematic Redford, the cool Golden Boy, the unattainable object of desire at the center of  Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, Out of Africa, The Natural and, of course, The Way We Were. Last night he was geeky and buttoned down and, when drunk, literally bouncing off walls. I wish he'd done more straight up comedy. There's a winning Jack Lemmony quality on display in Barefoot in the Park that we very seldom saw.

Three for three!

On Monday I brought my lunch, did 10 minutes of floor exercises and 25 minutes on the stationery bike, and I went through every item on my kitchen counter and am parting with a lot of crap-- including but not limited to expired coupons and OTC meds.

I wish I could honestly report that my home is looking so much better since January 1, but I'd be lying. The important thing is that I'm keeping this promise to myself and am improving my personal and financial environment.

I'm learning that's a key part of this -- to remind myself that deserve better surroundings. I'm the only one who can make this happen, and so I shall.

Yeah, but ...

Dr. Martin Luther King's Birthday is a big deal at my church. Service is our sacrament, and Dr. King certainly inspires us to do our part, and then to do more, to make the world a better place. I get it.

Today's sermon was not only about Dr. King but Sister Simone Campbell, one of the "nuns on the bus," who encourages us to "walk toward trouble," not away from it, as we strive to serve. A laudable idea, to be sure.

But my heart was hurting when I entered church this morning. I wanted someone more learned than I to put the events in France of this past week into perspective for me. I didn't get that from today's service. I was disappointed.

My regular minister was on vacation. Maybe the associate just isn't fleet and flexible enough to rewrite his sermon in time.

I wish Dr. King was with us today. I'd love to hear his feelings about Ferguson and Garner and George Zimmerman being arrested for violent acts yet again ... and Paris.

I don't know what to make of the world I find myself in. I need help. I didn't find it within my house of worship today. This doesn't shake my faith in God, but it does shake my faith in our ministers.

Sunday Stealing

2014/15 Meme, Part 2

26.What experience would you love to do all over again? I really enjoyed my birthday trip to Las Vegas

27.What was the best gift you received? Definitely the purse from my coworker. It was such a lovely and unexpected gesture!

28.How did your overall outlook on life evolve? I am trying to relax more. I don't want to waste my life on worry.

29.What was the biggest problem you solved? Solved? Instead I'll say I've made progress toward improving my bathroom.

30.What was the funniest moment of your year, one that still makes it hard not to burst out laughing when you think about it? The night my oldest friend and I spent seeing Donny and Marie in Vegas.

31.What purchase turned out to be the best decision ever? Signing up with my personal trainer.

32.What one thing would you do differently and why? I'd be more positive at the office. I'm working at it. But our "clown car" open seating arrangement is very hard on me. I like privacy, and I have none.

33.What do you deserve a pat on the back for? I have been supportive of my friends.

34.What activities made you lose track of time? Farmville!

35.What did you think about more than anything else? Worry.

36.What topics did you most enjoy learning about? The 19th century is my new obsession.

37.What new habits did you cultivate? Nothing comes to mind

38.What advice would you give your early-2014 self if you could? Watch your pennies!

39.Did any parts of your self or your life do a complete 180 this year? No

40.What or who had the biggest positive impact on your life this year? MeTV. I'm not kidding. I have found sliding back to a simpler time very comforting when the going gets tough.

41.What do you want the overarching theme for your 2015 to be? Serenity

42.What do you want to see, discover, explore? I want to learn more about myself and how I can make myself better

43.Who do you want to spend more time with in 2015? Kathleen. I think she needs me. She has a lot on her plate -- her own family, her parents, her siblings, her career -- and I hope to remind her to take care of herself and enjoy herself amid the tumult.

44.What skills do you want to learn, improve or master? I want to regain control of my surroundings and finances.

45.Which personal quality do you want to develop or strengthen? RESOLVE!

46.What do you want your everyday life to be like? No drama

47.Which habits do you want to change, cultivate or get rid of? I have promised myself to take a bag of stuff to Goodwill every month.

48.What do you want to achieve career-wise? Hang on to this job!

49.How do you want to remember the year 2015 when you look back on it 10/20/50 years from now? I'm 57. I hope to simply make it to 2025 and 2035.

50.What is your number one goal for 2015? Organization.

A good day

Saturday was just fine, and left me feeling tired but happy.

I slept well and didn't wake up with a headache for the first time this week. I think the overnight headaches have been triggered by allergies, recycled air and the relentless heat that's being forced into my condo because of the coldsnap. I was glad to start the day without that stuffy head/pressure feeling.

I got a good haircut. Good hair = good mood.

Had lunch with my nephew. This is the first time we've talked at length this year. He's interesting to converse with he grows up. He's sensitive and smart, and it was fascinating to get his 14-year-old opinion on real issues of the day -- Charlie Hebdo, the death penalty, Hillary Clinton. He's enjoying school and missing Stephen Colbert. I enjoy him.

Got laundry out of the way. I hate doing laundry.

The only dark cloud on my personal horizon is that I didn't do any "Clean Me" activity to improve my personal environment. But, as Katie Scarlett used to say, "tomorrow is another day."

Saturday 9

Saturday 9: Dancing with Myself (1980)

1) This song is one of Billy Idol's biggest hits. Can you name another? "White Wedding"

2) When is the last time you danced around your home? I don't even recall

3) In this song, Billy says he dances with his own reflection. Is there a mirror in the room you're in right now? Nope

4) Dancing with Myself is also the name of Billy Idol's 2014 autobiography. Let's say you're going to write your life story. What do you title it?  Just Over There. Taken from a funny, savvy Carrie Fisher quote -- "Nothing is ever really over. Just over there."

5) This month, Billy resumes his 2014-15 concert tour in New Orleans. Have you ever been to Louisiana? Nope

6) In 1980, when "Dancing with Myself" was first popular, VHS players were all the rage. Do you still have yours? Yes. It's not connected, but it's right in front of me, beside the TV.

7) In 1980, The Love Boat was getting good ratings. Have you ever taken a cruise? Do daytime booze cruises count?

8) Sally Field won her first Oscar in 1980 for the movie Norma Rae. Five years later she won a second Oscar for Places in the Heart and delivered one of the most quoted acceptance speeches in Academy history. Do you remember what she said?




9) In 1980, People magazine named Stephen King one of the most intriguing people of the year because he had two big paperback bestsellers -- The Dead Zone and The Shining. Do you have a favorite Stephen King book? I've only read two -- Carrie and It. I liked them both.