The list is as follows:
- Looking for love in all the wrong places
- Walking a dog
- Boiling eggs
- Kissing anybody’s ass
- Paying any attention to Fox News
- Drinking beer
- Cleaning my bathroom
- Having lunch with a movie star
- Eating cheese
- Loving my neighbor
- Loving Lucy (Lucille Ball)
- Smoking cigarettes
- Giving up on myself
- Joining the navy
- Shining my shoes
- Not smiling
- Not hoping
- Listening to rap music
- Writing about anything going on in Ferguson
- Pretending like I’m normal
- Playing darts
- Playing pool
- Playing house but actually wishing I could
- Preparing a blog post for tomorrow.
See you all on Sunday.
(Image from diamondmovers.com)
Do you know who that turkey is in the gif? You really should know, so I’m not going to tell you.
I’m not sure where we’ll be eating tomorrow—I’ll let the kids decide that—but wherever it is, I’ll probably be eating turkey. Nope, on this holiday I usually don’t think outside the box. There are some traditions I like and eating turkey on thanksgiving is one of them.
Writer Richard Ford and his wife usually have a goose on Thanksgiving. I found this out when I first interviewed Mr. Ford around that time of year in 2004—10 years ago. Man, that’s hard for me to believe. We started talking about how to prepare a goose and I turned that into a column in March the following year. Yep, I prepared my first goose in early 2005.
In that photo to the left, that’s me and another goose I cooked—this one when I was living in the Westwood area in Cincinnati. So far, I haven’t prepared a goose here in Covington, Kentucky. I’m going to try and change that in the year 2015.
Regardless of what you eat, I hope tomorrow is whatever you want it to me. I shall return here on Friday.
(Gif from giphy.com and that photo of me and my Westwood goose was taken by my son. I think)
I can’t even remember when I got the book. It has to be at least three years ago. Maybe longer.
I know I was out with some old friends and we were at Joseph-Beth Booksellers in Norwood, Ohio. I was looking for some bargain books and one that I purchased was “Seven Year Switch” by Claire Cook.
It’s been on my bookshelf for more than a little bit, but I’ve finally gotten around to reading it. I’m about 150 pages in and it’s pretty decent. Not exactly my cup of tea, but I’ll finish it, of course.
When it comes to reading books, I always try to read to completion. I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve put down a book without reading it from beginning to end. I figure if the writer took the time to write it and if I took the time to purchase it, then everything should come full circle.
Recently, I ran into a friend and we started talking about my novella, “Vevay, Indiana.” She said she enjoyed the book just fine, until it got to the end. She thought the end was a little disturbing. I asked her if she read the entire book—if she read it from beginning to end. She said yes.
As a writer, that’s all I can ask of a reader. I bet you Claire Cook would tell you the same thing.
(Image from WordPress)
Yesterday morning, Sunday, I found myself awake a little bit before five o’clock. This happens sometimes. Sometimes, I just wake up early.
When this happens and if I need to do some laundry, I’ll go into my kitchen and turn on my coffeemaker. My coffee is already inside it.
After getting the coffee started, I’ll sort through my dirty clothes.
Even before I drink any of my coffee, I’ll put those clothes in my laundry basket and head on downstairs to the laundry room. I’ll put my one load of clothes into a washing machine which is located inside a deserted laundry room.
You see, the goal, the objective is to get in and out before anyone else decides to do laundry. It doesn’t matter which day I do it, but I follow this procedure about once a week.
Yesterday morning I got in and out of that laundry room—got my clothes washed—by 7 AM. Mission accomplished.
Why do I do this? If you’re curious, click here.
(Photo from WordPress)
I’ve always liked the Carpenters and bought several of their albums back in the day—back in the 1970’s. I got made fun of for this as the Carpenters weren’t considered cool in my circle of friends. Back then—just like now—they can bite me. I enjoyed their music—OK? Still do.
I think I knew this already, but one of their early hits, “We’ve Only Just Begun,” was simply going to be a song for a bank, namely for a bank commercial. Paul Williams wrote it for Crocker Bank in San Francisco. At least it wasn’t for Fifth Third Bank in Cincinnati.
Paul Williams talks about it and other stuff on “Super Soul Sunday” with Oprah. You can click here to watch it.
And how many shows does Oprah have now? Whatever. I’m not going to research it.
Perhaps writing this post is just an excuse to put up a clip of Karen Carpenter singing that great Paul Williams song. Yes—perhaps.
A slightly different version of this story ran on Facebook on November 19th.
On Tuesday afternoon, my daughter took some time off work to run me around to a few places. I know I’ve mentioned here before I have neuropathy—nerve damage in my legs and feet—and on that Tuesday afternoon, we were still having wind gusts here in Covington, Kentucky. With that kind of wind, I can’t really walk around with my quad cane—just not enough support to keep me on my feet. I had to use my old 3 wheel rolling walker. I usually call it my “v walker” as it’s shaped like a ‘v.’
When I say it’s old, it’s the truth. For over a year now, it’s slowly been falling apart. My daughter noticed this on Tuesday.
After my errands, she insisted we take a drive over to Bernens Medical in Western Hills. To make a long story short, I’ve got myself a new 3 wheel rolling walker. It looks like the one in the photo except mine is burgundy in color
Now, I just want to say two things about this. . .
The first thing is I’m so blessed to have kids—in this case by daughter—who care enough about me to want me to be safe while getting around. Not everybody has this in their life, but I do.
And the second thing is, I never thought I would get excited about owning a new 3 wheel rolling walker, but I am.
I think, hell I know, that cherished possessions change when you get older. That Tuesday night, I must have stared and looked over that walker for 20 minutes. It’s beautiful.
(Image from Bernens Medical)
When it comes to “movie stars,” I’m so out of touch, it isn’t funny, but here I go, kind of bragging about it.
People Magazine’s sexiest man alive for 2014 is Chris Hemsworth. Click here to read all about it.
Chris Hemsworth? Never heard of him.
I went looking for past winners of this award (is it really an award?) after hearing about Chris winning it. One year, Mel Gibson was the sexiest man alive. I don’t think he would be in the running these days—do you?
While I’ve never heard of Chris Hemsworth, to my credit, I have heard of People Magazine.
(Image from giphy.com)