Random Thoughts On A Monday In December

As I sit here this cold December morning in my comfy home office (smallest bedroom at Casa Tipton-Kelly which I converted in my home office), random thought race through my mind. 

Generally I like my blog posts to have a specific subject but this one will be scattered. So fasten your seatbelts folks and come along with me for the ride. 

On the weekends I usually like to watch one of my DVD that I've rented from Netflix. Generally most of the movies I chose are gawd awful. Last night was no exception. One was "Bodies, Bodies, Bodies." Absolutely terrible! I could only get through ten minutes of that crap. It opens with two women sucking each other's faces. Okay, okay I get it. It's a "with it" movie. Watching two women, or two men for that matter, swapping spit does NOTHING for me. Hear that movie makers? Once I got past that gross opening, there was a gathering of young folks at a country house. I had read a synopsis of the movie and knew it was going to be a "Scream" type movie, lost of slashing and funny.  What was I thinking? Sure, none of the characters were sympathetic so maybe I wanted to see them disappear but this movie, soooo bad. I couldn't even make it to the slasher part. And Pete Davidson? What is his talent?  I don't get him. I guess I am officially an Old Fuddy Duddy Bah Humbug Old Man. 

The second movie I didn't even want to put in my DVD player. It was "American Underdog". I read the reviews and was put off by the miscasting. The actor playing the main character was too old, something that so many movies do. Having twenty-somethings playing high school teenagers. Doesn't work casting directors. Pat liked the movie but I wasn't in for a miscast movie. 

The third movie was the latest "Downton Abbey." Pat thinks Downton Abbey is so boring. Not me, I love all those class conflict soap opera stories. And last night was no exception. I've seen all the episodes of "Downton Abbey" and now both movies and I was not disappointed. I won't give away anything but I can tell you my tears were triggered TWICE from two story lines. Of course I knew I was being manipulated but I LOVED IT! And how nice to find that Thomas the butler finally found happiness. 

Last week I watched the first three episodes of "White Lotus". I LOVED IT! That's my next DVD!

Change of subject, I can no longer access my Scrabble GO games on Facebook. How disappointing! Pat and I always have eight games going plus I have one with Sassy Bear. So much fun each morning and evening to  update my games. Now that is gone too. But of course I have to remind myself this is only a First World Problem. The Russians are bombing the hell out of the Ukrainians and Trump the Criminal is still on the loose. My "problems", such as they are, are NOTHING in comparison. Plus my blogger friend Jon in Tennessee is going through a rough patch. By comparison I am living the Life of Riley.

I miss my kitty, Fiona the calico kitten I adopted from the local SPCA last month. I've checked their website and I don't see where she is up for adoption so I assume (I hope) she has found a good home to keep her interest and take good care of her. I would love to have kept her but it just wasn't possible. Taking care of Bill and myself, that takes all my resources. A fact which quickly became apparent the two weeks she was here. Maybe sometime in the future I'll adopt another cat, but then maybe not. Should I survive Bill I would like to resume my travel trips with Pat and having a pet would interfere with those plans. I would like to travel while I can still get around on my own, which is getting more difficult each day. My arthritis is creeping up on me. 

As I am typing this blog I'm also listening to a Studio 54 track of non stop continuous disco music. Normally I would be updating my Scrabble games but since Scopley has screwed that up, I'll probably be typing more blog entries. Aren't  you lucky?

After I finish this posting I'm going to Food Lion to check out the turkeys. Every year at Thanksgiving and Christmas I miss having a turkey dinner. I've decided that I'm going to roast a turkey breast. Bill can't eat (chew) any food so all this will be for me. I tried a Healthy Choice frozen turkey dinner last night but it tasted like cardboard like all frozen foods tastes to me. Why I keep going back to those frozen entrees is beyond me. Maybe I'm expecting them to get it right finally. Yesterday I made candied sweet potatoes and they were SO GOOD. That's what has me on the turkey now.

For the past months I've been making homemade potato salad. Folks, I'm going to shamelessly brag and tell you I make the BEST potato salad. I also make the best cabbage and hamburger soup. All these years cooking and I finally figured out that I don't have to follow printed recipes exactly. I do my own recipes and they are the BEST.

Folks, I am happy to report I haven't heard any more "HO! HO! HO!"s I heard one in a commercial last month and I thought, "Uh oh, here we go!" I cannot stand that fake Santa "HO! HO! HO!"

Lately I've been having a lot of dreams. Almost every afternoon (the exception being when I have some kind of appointment), I take a nap. The duration is usually at least an hour or two. This time is where I've been having the dreams. Most of them are disturbing. Not nightmares, I don't think I've ever had a nightmare in my life. I've had some intense dreams (like losing my iPhone) but no dreams where I wake up screaming like they do in the movies. But I do have these dreams, most of which I forget eventually, but I do remember whether they were good or bad. Many of my dreams are of my former pets, family and friends. The one yesterday was of one of my friends. One of my gay friends ("Ron" was also his name) who was also my platonic friend. But in my dreams he wanted to be more than platonic. And I didn't want to be. Strictly platonic Ron. I kept pushing him aways until I finally got out of the situation and woke up. What was THAT all about? 

Yesterday I mailed all of our Christmas cards out, only twenty-eight this year. There was a time when I mailed as many as sixty. Most of the cards were mailed to former co-workers, friends and family who I never see in person. However, most of them have died off now and as a result my world is shrinking. I'm fading out folks. 

My youngest brother John checked out this past September. He was only seventy-eight years old. He teased me about being 80 years old. He said in his card that he didn't think he would reach 80. He was right. Poor John. He so enjoyed life. And he brought so much joy to his family. They miss him terribly. But he is at peace. I firmly believe when you die there is NOTHING. A total void. We who are left behind suffer the pain of your loss. Maybe, just maybe there is reincarnation. That's the only thing that makes sense to me. All these stories about Heaven, and an everlasting life. To me all made up stories to keep the serfs in line during the Middle Ages by the LORDS. No disrespect to any of my readers who find comfort in their beliefs, I'm just stating my belief. There is NOTHING when you die. Make the most of every day here on earth while  you're alive. Survival is the name of the game. And if you can get a little time in for joy and happiness and satisfaction, all the better.

Have a great day everyone!