Things were going along swimmingly on Sunday night as CBS broadcasted the 100th Billy Joel Concert from Madison Square Garden, taped a few days earlier. He went through his old classics, like “Scenes from an Italian Restaurant” and “New York State of Mind,” and his new song, “Turn the Lights Back On.” Just as he was singing his signature song, “Piano Man,” to wrap up the show, CBS pulled the plug and abruptly went to a promo for the 11:00 news and a commercial for Bob’s Discount Furniture. Yes, the show started late due to the CBS telecast of the Masters golf tournament, but the CBS folks couldn’t have played the entire show and delayed the local news? It was like the “Heidi” game, where the Jets and the Raiders were playing a tight NFL game and NBC suddenly cut to its scheduled broadcast of “Heidi,” much to the outrage of football fans everywhere. CBS – you owe us one more song! Turn the lights back on!
It is 80 degrees as I write this on April 15. I guess it is safe to take the show brush and ice scraper out of the trunk of the car now.
I saw an online ad that promises a 50-pound weight loss in 3 weeks. I didn’t bother to check the details, because how could that not be possible? Everything you read online is accurate, right?
Since I last posted, we have had floods, terrible winds, an earthquake and aftershocks and a solar eclipse. Anything I missed? Can pestilence be far behind?
I wish I could say I HAVE a little behind instead of that I’m RUNNING a little behind!
In case you were wondering, it is possible to eat Girl Scout cookies directly from the freezer. No need to defrost. You’re welcome.
At my last eye injection I told the nurse I did not want to have a patch applied because I was planning to go to Walmart and I didn't want to look like a pirate. And then the doctor and nurse and I all laughed, because who would even notice me in Walmart with the way some of the customers dress?
My wardrobe ranges from casual to “she’s out in public in THAT?”
I can’t remember what I had for lunch last night, but if I am at a restaurant with a group, when the server comes to deliver the food, I know exactly who ordered what. Hamburger with no onions and sweet potato fries? That’s Mary. Soup and salad with dressing on the side? That’s Sally. Later I realize that I can’t remember what anyone wore, but I’m sure I got their orders straight.
Speaking of restaurants, one thing I can’t remember is what is on the list of specials. By the time the waiter recites the fourth dish and its ingredients, I have already forgotten the first one. What comes with the branzino? What is the soup du jour? Once everything is ordered, however, my superpower of remembering who is getting what returns.
I don’t and never will understand why people wear nose rings, either hoops or studs. I just don’t get it.
Shouldn’t the term “extraordinary” mean really, really plain and NOT something complimentary?
Do the people in France eat French toast? And if they do, do they call it French toast or just toast?
And speaking of French, when people use words that are a little nasty, they say, “Pardon my French.” Do you think French people do the same thing but say, “Pardon my English?” All I know is that I took four years of French in high school and none of these words ever came up in class.
I’m spending more time looking for movies to watch – not series, movies – than I am spending watching them. Going through Netflix, Prime, Hulu, Apple TV+, Max, HBO, Paramount Plus, etc., is like a full-time job. You never get a raise and the job isn’t fun anymore, either.
I’ll admit it – I watched “The Golden Bachelor,” the “reality” show where Gerry, a widower in his 70s, was given a bevy of “mature women” from whom to pick a bride. I didn’t want to watch it, but after the first episode, I was curious. In the end, I felt he picked the wrong woman, and another contestant who had to leave the show would have been a better choice than Theresa from New Jersey. But he made his choice, they were madly in love (or just mad, apparently) and happy to get married shortly thereafter with ABC picking up the tab for a lavish, televised wedding. I wanted them to have a happy ending. But here we are, just a few months after the “I Do’s” and they don’t. They are getting a divorce. I was shocked but given the lack of success for relationships that get started on a TV show, I should not have been. I wonder if he kept a few numbers of the women he didn’t pick – and whether they would even pick up the phone if he called. Apparently neither Gerry nor Theresa could figure out where they wanted to live and couldn’t compromise. So much for happily ever after.
You can tell it is spring. I just took the flannel sheets off the bed, retired the heated blanket AND bought ice cream. The ice cream came early this year. Way early.
I hear that Dollar Tree is raising its prices and will now sell items from $1.50 to $7 a piece. Maybe some of that money can go into a name change. “More Dollars Tree” anyone?
I have the bad habit of writing down phone numbers but not the names that go with them. I’m left with random scraps of paper and no idea whose number I wrote on them.
I’m sick of these dire weather forecasts warning of a storm. Then I read the story and see that precipitation totals are expected to be a tenth of an inch. Please!
I much prefer when the front of ShopRite is filled with pots of flowers instead of jugs of ice melt.
You can officially add brown knee highs and Social Tea Biscuits to the Endangered Species list. The Social Teas are off the market; I can’t find the originals from Nabisco anywhere, probably because there is no more Nabisco. The knee highs that are missing in action are brown. You can still find the suntan and nude colors, but finding brown is impossible. In fact, just finding pantyhose is no easy “feat.” I know people get dressed up, but nobody wears pantyhose anymore? Please, my thighs are chafing at the thought of rubbing together without the minor protection afforded by pantyhose.
You may recall that my latest smart phone came with a smart watch. The appeal of using this device is that among its features is tracking various elements of health, such as my heart rate and doing my own EKG – not that I have any idea how to interpret the results. It also tracks my sleep, faithfully logging hours and recording exact times, whether I was in a light sleep, deep sleep or REM sleep. Trust me, I don’t know what that means either. Anyway, one night I had the watch set to Sleep Mode, which means the screen is virtually black but the device continues to record my sleep. Around my usual time of 4 AM I got up, went to the bathroom and flopped back into bed. Almost immediately, I felt it sending me a signal along with a dire flashing message: FALL DETECTED, FALL DETECTED! Fall detected? I didn’t fall, I had flopped into bed, which was inaccurately interpreted as a fall. Then a red phone image lights up and the watch starts ringing and someone or something starts talking to me, saying, “Emergency, emergency!” I start yelling into my wrist, “No emergency! No emergency!” But no one said alright and there was no way to stop it, so I went and sat in the front of the house, in case there were emergency vehicles pulling up. I had to sit in my office, peeking under the shade, waiting for flashing red lights and a bunch of men with axes so I could stop them from breaking down my door – which would have been an emergency to me. I was so shocked that I took off the watch. If it measured my heartbeat at that minute, there would have been another emergency. Now I get out and back into my bed very gingerly so as not to trigger another emergency event. I am the owner of a device I am afraid of! I sure wasn’t expecting that!
