The holiday was nice. I spent about a dozen years of really dreading the Thanksgiving holiday but this year it sorta came together. I’m pleased about that although the cynical girl that lives inside of me wanted to say “‘Bout damn time.”
The issue is that I’m swept up with a cold. Thansgiving evening, a few folks came over and the best I could muster was a bleary/runny eyed sort of nodding when they asked me questions. My tonsils decided to put on weight or something, and my voice sounded like Brenda Vaccaro’s in those Playtex tampon commercials back in the 70’s.
Friday fared about the same and I thought the best thing I could do was just lie about. Lying about is a talent I have anyway, but it didn’t make the cold and the fever go anywhere which was my cunning plan. I also burned soup to the point of setting the kitchen on fire but Squirrel Queen, as she is apt to do, saved the day.
But, in my cold-induced fog, I watched “The Dirty Dozen” with Lee Marvin. I realize Lee Marvin has been dead about 20 years but I’ll be damned if he wasn’t the grooviest guy ever. Who knew? I’ve always loved me some John Cassavetes but the movie rocked. It’s just one of those films I never got around to seeing, but I’m glad that I was incapacitated on the couch to watch it. And Charles Bronson was good in it. Another “Who Knew” moment. He actually was sort of groovy.
Yeah, randomness on a Saturday morning. Going to hit the Thera-Flu cold stuff again which tastes like Licorice juice.
Did I ever tell you I really hate Licorice?
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