I'm beginning to wish I could write , "Ho-hum, dull day," but that won't happen anytime soon.
After our walk, I grabbed the shears and cut back the Japanese maple. It had been encroaching on the front walk and I've been thinking of doing it for some time.
Prepared lunch of turkey breast, rye bread, salad, coleslaw and iced tea in time for Ellen V.'s arrival at noon.
We had a good conversation that ranged over LETCO, costume mishaps, and the unending tribulations of parenting. (The last on her end, not mine. I'm continually amazed by my good luck in how my children turned out.)
As promised, Dave got here about 1:30. I gave him a cup of coffee and we sat at the kitchen table to go over the skit. They're both troupers and it went well; Dave is hysterically funny as a distraught Santa, at times using a huge red bandanna as a handkerchief and loudly blowing his nose into it.
We rehearsed the skit several times--it's very short--then chatted about show-bizzy topics. Ellen and Dave are considerably more experienced than I am, but at this point, I have some background, too, and we shared topics of our theatre history, something I always enjoy.
They left about 3:30 and I immediately drove to Staples to get ink for the printer, then stopped at B.J.'s for other stuff.
WIDER IN A WAY: Settling down at 8:00 with my popcorn and wine, I came upon one of those bug-eyed Kennedy assassination programs on what bills itself as the History (should be "History") channel. With the usual cheap-thrill theatrics, its main theme was the percentage of Americans who don't believe the official story. Every few minutes, in between old films (Zapruder's and others) and interviews with those purporting to be in the know, a "statistic" would flash on the screen. On a black background, large white numbers would start out low, then dramatically increase, showing the percentage of people (in this particular survey) who--oh, ugh, gasp!--don't think Oswald acted alone and/or the CIA ordered the killing and/or Alaska doesn't really ice over--or something. For sheer idiocy and waste of time and talent (talent? what talent?), this piece of crap took the cake. All one needs to remember is that there's a fairly large segment of the population who believe vampires live. That doesn't mean the official assassination story is or isn't true, only that simply because somebody--or several somebodies or twenty million somebodies--believe or don't believe, has no bearing on its truth or falsity. I turned the silly thing off after an interminable fifteen minutes.
WIDER IN A MUCH MORE SIGNIFICANT WAY: Happy birthday to my darling older daughter!
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SATURDAY
Nothing much going on in the morning. Later, I walked to the P.O. to send some of the overseas Thanksgiving cards and check the weight of a...
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I was out hunting yesterday, from the chilly predawn darkness to the chilly after-sunset darkness. And after I got home, and got cleaned up and ate and all, I turned on the idiot box and noticed that I still had my choice of several pieces of assassination porn such as you describe.
I, too, do not know who killed Kennedy, although given what we know now about our rulers, I'd have to say that the chances of the official story about anything being true seem very remote. You raise a good point, though ... if the IQ of Amur'ka is ever to rise a point or two, getting rid of the so-called "History" channel would be an excellent way to start the process.
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