A mere 66. That wasn’t the sort of music I would have listened to at the time. Now if it had been Johnny Cash, or the Seekers, or CCR… (I do recognise “Pinball Wizard” – like “Hooked on a Feeling”, it got entirely too much play time on the Pizza Hut jukebox.)
I spent three years in Scotland, and as I recall it snowed exactly once each winter, just enough to cover the ground. On the other hand, of course, there was that lovely picture from 2010…
My insurance-company 2020 calendar is all Norman Rockwell paintings – possibly my second-favourite artist – so it’s safe from the bonfires.
Through inattention, I’ve run out of a couple of my daily meds, so a trip to the base pharmacy is required. That’s the only definite plan for the day, though. Maybe BJ’s or Walmart…
Found you guys at last! Eek, I was panicked there when I couldn’t find Mumper land. What to do! What to do!?
I was about ready to PM one of you and beg you to point the way. There is always Moooom on FB if I was to get anymore flustered.
I was 19 when Tommy came out. It was A VERY BIG DEAL. We kids thought we were so very cool and counter-culture. Riots at music stores to get your hands on an LP, kind of like the ones with troll dolls, Cabbage Patch kids or Nintendos. ‘Pinball Wizard’ is the song that comes to mind the most. ‘Feelings’ I would rather not remember at all. Ever.
I had several quotes from various ones of you all set up and then I must have done yet another stupid computer thing and it disappeared, so “good morning, everybody. I read everything and care about all y’all’s happenings” Hope the moves in merry olde England go smoothly-confusing and challenging times there. I handle it here but not going anywhere farther than my granddaughter’s 5 miles away. We are a tight little 4 person bubble, well, 5 person if you count grandchild #2 in process and making my daughter throw up morning, noon and night.
Heading over to said grandchild’s around dinner time to shelter in place ahead of the ice/sleet/snow/gale force windstorm we are fixing to get here on the frozen windswept Midwestern plains. Originally I was going over at noon tomorrow to spell the daughter and SIL for childcare so they could get some work done from home with the 3 year old Harriet bouncing off the walls, but SIL just called and invited me to come over early so the weather doesn’t box me out. I’m always happy to go over more and he sounded a tad scared that I might not be able to relieve him if we waited, so I’ll pack my new cheetah pajamas and sleepover. We will make it up as we go from there. Originally the plan was me there 8 hours on Tuesday and Thursday but in the Midwest in winter the weather gods often have other plans. Fortunately I have enough clean underwear and socks to throw in a bag and bought myself those presentable cheetah pj’s on Black Monday.
Off to do the grimly necessary bill-paying and adulting. Carry on.
I’m sitting here looking out the back window at the snow on the hills and the dreary gray sky outside. It’s 34f, heading for a high of 35, or 37, depending on where I look for that information.
I sincerely hope next year is better than this one. It has to be, at least starting Jan, 20th. I don’t expect to like everything Uncle Joe says and does, but I’m pretty sure he won’t be actively trying to burn the place to the ground. That’s all I’m gonna say about that. For now.
Wifey wants to walk down to the little store to buy some more carrots. (She feeds 'em to the deer, and us.) and some soup, if they have any in the ‘deli’. I feel the need for a shower, so prolly won’t go with her this time. I dunno. My ambition has left me.
Reading Boo’s post reminded me of something. If any of you did a ‘friend request’ to me on facebook and I ignored it, please don’t be insulted. I get so many bogus friend requests that if I can’t figure out who you really are (which is pretty much all the time), I don’t respond. I hardly ever post anything there anywhere, so you aren’t missing much.
In the '70s, when I was in 7th grade, I was in Boy’s Chorus. The assistant teacher was a hippy, complete with shaggy hair, Hagrid beard, and tie-dye. We were to learn Tommy and perform it in concert at the end of the year. That never happened, but we were exposed to the songs.
Thank you! I saw a mediocre community theater version a few years back, and they had the father killing the lover. I think I may have seen the movie version, but I don’t recall.
Daughter et al have been here, helped, ingested lunch, and just left. I have a pair of Roxy’s pants that has a tiny split in a seam, so I’ll be stitching that up in short order. I’ll push the vacuum cleaner around, but I don’t know if I can manage any more productivity.
Roxy likes my treadmill. Little monkey figured out how to turn it on. After mastering a walk at .8 km/hr, she let go of the handles and went off the back end, landing flat footed, giggling like a fool! The kid freaks out when Higgs barks, but other than that, she’s pretty much fearless! We’re setting up a pool on which bone she breaks first.
OK, stop distracting me - there’s cat hair to be sucked up!!!
If you’ve seen it, you’d remember it. Ann-Margaret rolling on the floor in a white fishnet jumpsuit while her TV spews out soapsuds, then chocolate sauce, then baked beans. Oliver Reed trying to sing. Elton John in 6 foot platform shoes.
Oh, drat - it just occurred to me that I’m going to have to take overlyboy for his physical therapy. And that means taking off the delightful slippers I was directed to by Mumpers AND my huge fuzzy socks. I’m trying to envision a reasonable way to manage to wear them to the physical therapy office (I’m ONLY dropping off, after all), but alas, I can’t unless I show up with bags on my feet which I’d rather not do. At least not today.
You forgot the cornbread - hot from the oven.
A forgivable mistake.
And collard greens need to be paired with BACON!
2021 has been rescued (by me).
You are welcome.
Pretty sure we have had this discussion about kids and treadmill safety. She won’t be giggling when a hand or foot gets trapped and she loses a thumb or several fingers. Let’s not talk about brain injuries when a kid falls off backwards and hits a skull on a hard basement floor. Unplug the treadmill when you are not actively using it. Wrap the cord up, out of her easy reach and put child resistant outlet covers in whatever outlet she might try to plug it in when (not if) she finds the unplugged, wrapped up cord. Yes, it’s annoying and time-consuming, but worth it. If there is a key to turn on the switch, hide it waaaayy out of reach and in a different room preferably.
So far the day has been spent on the phone with family stuff. I have yet to get dressed, let alone go for a long walk, which is the plan today.
How fickle is fame! A lot of Sixties music endures: I had students too young to remember 9/11 but who were Creedence Clearwater Revival fans and many students who were Beatles fans, yet for whatever reason, Tommy hit the cultural scrapheap. The Who played two of the hit singles from the album, Pinball Wizard and See Me, Feel Me at Woodstock, people.
I never saw the movie version of Tommy, first because the reviews weren’t great, second because I’d heard about the baked beans and was unimpressed, and third because my imagination was vivid enough that I didn’t need a movie. My older sister had the album, and we practically wore it out.
johnny, cool chorus teacher! Too bad you didn’t get to perform. I’m guessing it was considered a little too outré for a 7th grade performance?
Boo, hope daughter gets over the morning sickness soon.
Bumby, just realized I’d skipped your post. Interesting that you liked CCR but not The Who–or was it just Tommy you avoided? Was it only country-flavored music you listened to then? No Clapton or Stones or Zeppelin?
As a long-time Who fan, I have to say the movie was mostly awful, but I really like the Pinball Wizard and Sally Simpson scenes.
On the other hand, the Broadway production won 5 Tony Awards and a Grammy. The play has been done by a ton of smaller production companies over the years. I saw three different versions in the Bay Area in a month’s time back in 2003.
I definitely didn’t see that movie… YOIKS!! I’m guessing the amateur production I did see was better. Or at least closer to the original storyline.
BBBoo - I managed to raise a child to adulthood without a single emergency room visit - and we lived aboard a 50+ year old wooden boat for a year when she was a baby. I’m pretty sure I can deal with another on dry land. I promise the entire time she was on the treadmill, I was right there, keeping her from raising the speed too high, showing her where to hold on, and making sure she wasn’t going to fall. She’ll never be in the basement unattended - well, at least not till she’s at least 3…
Stoopit mail didn’t come today. Looks like I’ll be calling the credit union tomorrow to get new cards. Which means several bills will be paid on debit. Dammit. That means no cash back. Yeah, I know, first world problems. Doesn’t mean I can’t be ticked off and snarky about it.
Daughter said they’re going to invite us to supper one night this week - yay! One night I don’t have to cook!! Kinda like tonight - I just reheated the rest of my shrimp mei fun from lunch. Tell me, does any Chinese take out make a single meal? No way I could have eaten all of it in one sitting. Roxy’s lo mein will make at least 4 meals for her. I’m not complaining - just wondering…
I had to call LaZBoy - the left side foot rest on the sofa won’t retract all the way after it’s been raised. We’ve had it 2 months! I’m hoping it’s just something that came detached, since I can push it back in place easily. In any event, it’s under warranty and the tech is supposed to call me in the next day or so to set up an appointment.
Speaking of, it’s time to assume the recline position on the right end of the sofa.
Saw the movie the day it opened, in Madison, WI; stood outside in the cold waiting to get in. It was probably a terrible movie but it was a wonderful event and I’m really glad I went. Everyone there was having a wonderful time. There may have been some marijuana smoke in the air.
Not an experience anyone is likely to have ever again, actually, going to a movie premier, standing in line…sad.
*Mooom my left-my-foot-in-my- mouth apology was sent PM to you after I realized how lecturey I sounded, but here’s another chagrined more public “I’m sorry” from me. Pandemic anxiety in me is at high levels today.
I’m impressed at raising a youg’un all the way to grown-up and mom herself without an emergency room visits. Wish I had managed that feat. My passel had frequent flyer pediatric visit points galore-granted many awarded while my dad, their grandpa was supposedly was watching them.
