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This and that

by chuckofish

The weekend is upon us once more. Huzzah! It is raining now and that’s okay–the temperatures have cooled off.

If you missed Bells Are Ringing (1960) a few weeks ago, you can catch it again on TCM today at 5:45 p.m. It is not one of the great musicals of all time, but it is fun and the performance of the great Judy Holliday is worth watching. And Dean Martin is Dean Martin.

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Personally, I have a soft spot in my heart for Bells Are Ringing because I remember going to go see the “Troubadours” production of it at Country Day in 1971. I was in the ninth grade and my friend and I were dropped off at the school to see it. I felt pretty grown up. It’s funny how experiences like that loom large in one’s memory. Not that my life has been all that exciting–so maybe it’s understandable.

Someone left the entire Masterpiece Theatre DVD set of I, Claudius (1976) in our giveaway basket at work, so I brought it home and I am watching it now.

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Again, I remember watching it with my parents back in the day and how much they enjoyed it. It is excellent and some of the performances–Sian Phillips as Livia in particular–are pretty great.

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All this nostalgic TV viewing makes me wonder what my children will look back on fondly. Back in the day, watching something like I, Claudius was such an event. You watched an episode and then you had to wait a whole week to see the next installment. Also, if you missed it for some reason, there was no DVR or VHS, so–drama! Schedules had to be re-arranged, dates turned down, priorities set.

We are spoiled now. There is no such thing as delayed gratification anymore.

Not that I’m complaining exactly. Here I go sounding like an old lady again. Mea culpa.

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Anyway, this weekend I will be immersed in Ancient Roman political intrigue. How about you?

Trampling the sabbath*

by chuckofish

I had never heard/read/run across this phrase–“trampling the sabbath”–but I like it. It was from the first reading on Sunday, from Isaiah.

“If you refrain from trampling the sabbath, from pursuing your own interests on my holy day; if you call the sabbath a delight and the holy day of the LORD honorable; if you honor it, not going your own ways, serving your own interests, or pursuing your own affairs…” (NRSV)

Don’t you think this is much better than the NIV (also the New English Bible and the KJV):

“If you keep your feet from breaking the Sabbath and from doing as you please on my holy day, if you call the Sabbath a delight and the LORD’s holy day honorable, and if you honor it by not going your own way and not doing as you please or speaking idle words…”

“Trampling the sabbath” is so much more descriptive than “keeping your feet from breaking”…I mean really!

Anyway, I went to church. (Two weeks in a row!) We were celebrating the 50th anniversary of the ordination of one of our former rectors. There were a lot of people at church and cake and I got to sit behind my friend Carla’s granddaughter.

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She let me hold her and didn’t even fuss about it. Quelle baby!

When I went home I got the OM to help me do some yard work. It was a glorious day–80-degrees and low humidity. Having filled up a couple of lawn and leaf bags, I sat outside for awhile and enjoyed the afternoon–unheard of in August in flyover country!

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In other news this weekend, I read The Town in Bloom by Dodie Smith, who wrote I Capture the Castle. I enjoyed it. I had lunch with my friends and caught up on the phone with my dual personality and my two dear daughters. I re-charged for the week at work. What did you do?

*Isaiah 58:13

In a gadda da vida, baby

by chuckofish

Weekends that follow a weekend when one of my daughters has visited are always a little sad. You know, she was here and we were doing that, and now she is not here.  And it was a rainy weekend to boot!

But I am not one to sit in a slough of despond, so I got busy. Since Gary is coming back this week to paint the living room and paper the dining room, I had to put away all the dishes in my china cabinet and pack up various shelves full of dishes etc. And there were also a lot of very dusty books to move. Good grief what a job!

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I suppose it is a good job to do every once in awhile (and should no doubt be done more frequently) in order to dust off the books and be reminded what we have!

I also got a new pair of Tom’s on sale which made me happy.

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I read the second lesson in church, a good long one from Hebrews (11:29–12:2) about how we are surrounded by a cloud of witnesses, something I believe in strongly. The Gospel was from Luke (12:49–56) where Jesus is at his politically-incorrect best, calling everyone a hypocrite and saying he “came to bring fire to the earth, and how I wish it were already kindled!” Our lady priest reminded us that there is no room for compromise in the Gospel and that the sweet Jesus people like to imagine is a fiction. (I think Zooey had something to say about that to Franny.)

Our organist/choirmaster has been on vacation for several weeks and so the organist substitute was the lady who always reminds me of Helen Feesh on the Simpsons.

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I mean seriously.

I left right after the service and got back to work taking down drapes (more dust) and such.

Over the weekend I read Hillbilly Elegy by J.D. Vance, which my dual personality had recommended. Now I recommend it to you. Hard to put down.

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In the middle of the night when I couldn’t sleep I picked up a book by Eudora Welty and was reminded how really great she is.

It is our inward journey that leads us through time–forward or back, seldom in a straight line, most often spiraling. Each of us is moving, changing, with respect to others. As we discover, we remember; remembering, we discover; and  most intensely do we experience this when our separate journeys converge. Our living experience at those meeting points is one of the charged dramatic fields of fiction. (One Writer’s Beginnings)

Sigh. Now it is Monday and it’s back to the salt mines–have a good week!

You win some, you lose some…

by chuckofish

This weekend I finished She Shall Have Murder by Delano Ames (I did not correctly guess who the murderer was!), went to several estate sales where I picked up a few books, and had dinner out with some old friends at a “gastropub” in hipster Maplewood.

muddledEmboldened by the example of daughter #2, I even  ordered a specialty cocktail–a Blue Berry Bourbon Tonic–which I enjoyed very much.

I also caught up on my House Beautiful reading. In her July column Charlotte Moss writes about taking a week and visiting some famous historic houses in Virginia with a friend (a great idea!) and how much we can learn from these beautiful house museums and gardens. Of course, I couldn’t agree more. I think it is a very important thing to do–especially with one’s children and grandchildren–and I would extend this to historic sites as well. She concludes by saying, “Go, see, do…three simple ideas I implore you to embrace. Explore your own town–what could be a better place to start? Then get out the map, make a mark, grab a friend, and fill’er up!”

I was inspired to get the OM motivated to do just that on Sunday. After a fair amount of hemming and hawing, he finally acquiesced and we set out for the old Fort Belle Fontaine County Park in north St. Louis County. This is the place where the first United States military installation west of the Mississippi River was established in 1805. Lewis and Clark’s Corps of Discovery expedition (1804-1806) spent the first night of their expedition on an island opposite Cold Water Creek and their last night two years later at the fort, which had been established in their absence. Other major expeditions left from this site between 1805 and 1819 to explore the newly acquired Louisiana Territory.

I had read about this little known place in an old article about WPA projects in St. Louis. The park includes massive stonework features that the Works Progress Administration added in the 1930s when the City of St. Louis owned the property. There are also great views of the Missouri River and you know how I love our river.

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I did not take these photos, as you will see, but you can see what’s in the park…

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Finding it was not easy–our GPS took us to a non-existent entrance–but we persisted and finally made it, only to be greeted by an excruciatingly unpleasant and uninformative park employee manning the gate, who gave us no instructions, only the evil eye for causing her to have to stand up and check us in. We drove around looking, but finally realized there was no way to get to the river and the fort by car–only by a 3-mile foot trail which was too long for the OM–so we left.

Since we were up north, we figured we would head over to Alton, IL to find somewhere to eat lunch, but that town had not unrolled its sidewalks yet–maybe they don’t on Sunday–and the sports bars and pubs were all shuttered. We could have gone to the casino (!) but we opted to go home. It was a 60-mile round-trip “Sunday drive.” Well, vous en gagnez un peu, vous en perdez un peu.

This experience will not deter me from exploring, and hopefully the OM will not throw in the towel either. So go, see, do! and good luck!

Flyover weekend

by chuckofish

All my weekend plans were dashed, because Southwest Airlines canceled daughter #1’s flight and there was nothing else available until Sunday night that didn’t cost $1500.

I tried to rally myself, but was pretty unsuccessful. The OM and I ventured out to Franklin County to stock up on fireworks, which we did, but it was in a rainstorm, so, not much fun.

In fact, the whole weekend was a washout, literally and figuratively. Indeed, it rained all weekend.

Saturday night I watched 21 Jump Street AND 22 Jump Street in a sad attempt to amuse myself.

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Channing Tatum did the trick, but the effects were fleeting. Sunday night I tried again with My Blue Heaven (1990) and Uncle Buck (1989).

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Sigh. Monday morning I got up to watch the V.P. 4th of July Parade on television, only to find out that it had taken place on Saturday morning. Oops.

Thank goodness the boy and daughter #3 came over for the obligatory 4th of July bar-b-que.

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We ate burgers and watermelon and then we drove over to the high school to watch the local flyover fireworks display.IMG_2052When we got home we shot off the fireworks we had bought on Saturday. I felt much better–alls well that ends well, as they say.

And you know what else they say:

Depression is boring, I think
and I would do better to make
some soup and light up the cave.*

Now it is Tuesday and the work week has begun. Oh joy.

*The quote is from the poem “The Fury of Rain Storms” by Anne Sexton.

“Foxes have holes, and birds of the air have nests”*

by chuckofish

How was your weekend? After a busy week at work, I was up for a down weekend.

We took the door off a bedroom doorway upstairs, so that we could fit the leather wing chair from downstairs through it. This was quite a process.

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We put the door back on.

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The OM and I went to Steak n’ Shake for lunch. The boy and daughter #3 came over for dinner.

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I went to a couple of estate sales. One was in our old neighborhood–a very nice old house, well-maintained (but not pretentiously so) and full of interesting stuff reflective of lives well lived. It is nice to see people’s collections and interests–even if they are not things that particularly interest me. They had a box of LP’s that was very familiar–the Kingston Trio!–and lots of books. I bought a couple of books and a plate.

The other home was in a neighborhood that was previously terra incognita to me until I started venturing out to estate sales. It is in a south county neighborhood where all the streets have names relating to General Grant and Julia Dent (Grantwood Village) so you can see how I would find it appealing. This particular house was clearly owned by someone who had probably worked at Anheuser-Busch his entire life in the brewing division and collected beer steins. They had traveled abroad and had a party basement with a full bar (with tap) that was wonderfully mid-century modern. There was absolutely nothing for me in this house, but, again, it was pleasant to be in a home where people had been happy. Somehow you can always tell.

I guess I am just a snoop at heart, but I do love to look into houses and make suppositions about the people who lived there.

We had a thunderstorm, thank heavens, and it rained for some time on Saturday afternoon. It was raining while I was talking to my DP on the phone and I saw what at first I thought was a large cat across the street at our neighbors house. Then I realized it was a fox nosing around. It  looked healthy enough, so I’m not sure why it was out and about in the  late afternoon, but it was very exciting to see.

Life goes on despite all the sound and fury in the world. It is always the little things, like seeing a fox or checking out some stranger’s beer stein collection or seeing the boy and his lovely wife, that make us the happiest. Good to remember.

Luke 9:58

Smoke in my nostrils*

by chuckofish

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How was your weekend? Did you celebrate Father’s Day? The OM and I went to Ted Drewes for frozen custard after an annoying church service on Sunday.

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Frozen custard always helps when it is too early to have a drink.

The boy and daughter #3 came over on Saturday night to celebrate Father’s Day. We barbequed hot dogs and beans. They brought over a leather wing chair-recliner from her grandparents’ house for the OM and now he will probably never get out of it again. We laughed a lot about that at his expense.

Earlier in the weekend he had hung up a shade in a bathroom, an endeavor that took 45 minutes of goddamits to finish, so he deserved all the rewards of the weekend.

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The shade was my reward. Happy Monday.

*Isaiah 65:5

“People are crazy and times are strange”*

by chuckofish

True to my word, I did very little this weekend. I went to hear Nathaniel Philbrook. He gave a rousing talk about Benedict Arnold and the Saratoga campaign.

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He signed his book for me and I am looking forward to reading it. In the meantime I re-read his Why Read Moby-Dick? which I highly recommend.

I watched The Italian Job (2003) which I had bought for $2 at an estate sale because of the Mini Coopers. I really enjoyed it.

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It made me want to go out and drive fast, but I restrained myself.

I tore apart my office looking for a particular book and then had to clean it up. (I never found the book.)

I rescued another needlepoint pillow.

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I spread a lot of mulch and exhausted myself. Sometimes it is a good feeling to exhaust oneself doing physical labor. Watching a baseball game on the couch afterwards is that much sweeter when it is earned.

I also watched Wonder Boys (2000) directed by Curtis Hanson, who is one of my favorite directors. Bob Dylan won the Oscar for Best Song and “Things Have Changed” is indeed a classic. It is a good movie and I like Michael Douglas as a college professor having a really bad day.

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Now it is Monday again–onward and upward!

*Bob Dylan

“What’s playin’ at The Roxy? I’ll tell you what’s playin’ at the Roxy”*

by chuckofish

Four-day work weeks are the best, n’est-ce pas? It is Friday already. Glory hallelujah!

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I have few plans per usual. However, I am going to hear the author Nathaniel Philbrick speak about his latest book, Valiant Ambition, a “surprising account of the middle years of the American Revolution, and the tragic relationship between George Washington and Benedict Arnold.” You will recall that he is the author of In the Heart of the Sea and several other books about American History. I especially like his book Why Read Moby-Dick?

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In this short book he says,

He tells us to call him Ishmael, but who is the narrator of Moby-Dick? For one thing, he has known depression, “a damp, drizzly November of the soul.” But he is also a person of genuine enthusiasms. Like Holden Caulfield in The Catcher int he Rye, he is wonderfully engaging, a vulnerable wiseass who invites us to join him on a quest to murder the blues by shipping out on a whaleship.

I love this, because it is exactly what I thought when I read Moby-Dick. I mean, don’t you just love it when you read something that is exactly what you thought already? Great minds and all that.

Beyond this intellectual outing to the Ethical Society, I am going to pursue my usual weekend activities of puttering and straightening up my house.

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I may do some further planning for my trip to Kansas City next weekend. Yes, I convinced the OM to take a day off from work and drive out to the western edge of our great state and do some looking around in the Westport area.

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Good times await. Everything’s up to date in Kansas City, or so they say.

Enjoy your weekend!

*Guys and Dolls

Grace and peace to you

by chuckofish

Did you have a wonderful three-day weekend? Mine was quite pleasant. I went to a couple of estate sales and I showed great restraint, which always makes my puritan soul happy.

I rescued one piece of vintage needlepoint–a little Victorian foot stool with K’s in the design.

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And I got a giant fern at the grocery store for $12.99.

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I went to church and read the prayers of the people. I had lunch with my BFFs and caught up with them before they head off to distant and exotic lands. I also caught up with laundry and cleaning and yard work–all the things that go with home ownership.

I finished Nashville Chrome by Rick Bass which is really more creative non-fiction than fiction. Halfway through I realized that “the Browns” were a real sibling singing group popular in the ’50s and ’60s, not a fictional group imagined by the author. (Jim Ed Brown also had a solo career–remember “Pop a Top”?)

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Anyway, the book is reasonably well written and readable–although Bass uses the word ‘incredibly’ as an adverb way too much, a real no-no in my book.

I watched a couple of good movies. Spotlight (2015) about “the true story of how the Boston Globe uncovered the massive scandal of child molestation and cover-up within the local Catholic Archdiocese, shaking the entire Catholic Church to its core,” which actually won the Best Picture Oscar this year, is quite good.

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Everyone in it is good and Billy Crudup gives a stand-out performance in a small part. It is directed with care and restraint by Tom McCarthy. Maybe a little too much restraint, if you ask me…but effective.

Anyway, I looked up Tom McCarthy to see what else he has done and so watched The Cobbler (2014)–a picture excoriated as the worst film of the year by critics. It was a total box office bomb and a disaster for its star Adam Sandler, but I liked it.

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It is the story of a fourth-generation Jewish cobbler on the lower East Side, who is bored with his life when he stumbles upon a magical heirloom that allows him to become other people and see the world in a different way. I have no idea why people hated it so much. Perhaps they expected something different from Adam Sandler–over-the-top vulgarity and crude, slap-stick humor? This movie has none of that. (I’m not sure it was even rated R.) It is thoughtful and sly with good performances all around. Dustin Hoffman even makes an appearance. Perhaps it hits a little too close to home? Well, I say, give it a try on Netflix Watch Instantly.

On Memorial Day the boy and daughter #3 came over for a BBQ. Although all the TV news stations said it would rain all weekend, it never rained until the OM went out to barbeque. Haha, no kidding.

C’est la vie. Happy Tuesday.