Friday, April 19, 2019

I Sing...

...of Spring...not literally, of course...don't want to be arrested again.

But finally...beautiful daffodils and some actual greenery.  So pretty!

And so much nicer than our view less than a week ago...
...in mid-April, that's just rude.
...even had the turkeys wondering what the heck was going on...
Have to admit, it was pretty at night...
...but I'm over it now...we need warmth and sunshine so I can do this...
...in my back yard again.
Did manage to snag that knock-off DC-3 lamp on ebay...not the 1939 version...the one from the 1970's...
...bought the appropriate craft paint that adheres to glass last night and Karen plans to work her magic...pics to follow when complete.
Someone's coming to have a look at Mr. T this weekend...
...not a recent pic, but a fond memory...loved driving that iconic symbol of a bygone era.

If he's not interested, it's off to the folks at Grand Rapids Auto Gallery on consignment.  My contact there claims he'll sell it within a month or two and get my price for it.

We'll see...but either way it's tough to part with it.

Time to move on...
On the diet front...
...ok, not quite that bad...nor have I lost that much weight...but after 2 weeks I am now 9 pounds lighter...and still need to lose another 9 or 10 I do believe.  I think 200 lbs or just under is probably my best weight.

Karen is doing well, too, and though I will be but a fond memory if I utter any numbers, she's looking fab and pleased with her progress so far.

We soldier on.


and now, without apology...
...how do you stop a charging rhino?
...take away his credit card, of course...

later, mcm fans...


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Sunday, April 14, 2019

Bright Sunshine...

...but freezing temps...add in a stiff breeze and a soaked course and you've got a pretty good recipe for a tough round.

Did manage a couple of bogeys, but considering how many times I had to pull my ball out of a small pond in the middle of the fairways, I stopped counting and just used the round for practice.
As odd is it might sound considering the conditions, I did have fun...was definitely wet and way too cold when the wind blew, but I was striking the ball ok...even figured out a couple of things in the fairway and on the greens.

All in all an enjoyable stroll around the links.
Well, we're officially on a 40 day diet now and I'm happy to report at the end of the first full week I've lost 7 days.
Actually, it hasn't been too bad...surprised to learn how much I like fresh apples and a well made salad...and I'm drinking more water in a day than I used to in a week.

Karen must know what she's doing bc I'm 5 pounds lighter now...
We'll see if I can make it to my goal of 15 to 20 pounds over the remaining 5 weeks.

Then we'll watch "Paris Can Wait"...
...pop the cork on a good bottle of wine and start eating our way back up to where we started.
There's a particular art deco table lamp I'd love to own...
...a Ray Schober DC-3 airplane lamp from the late 1930's...made especially for the 1939 World's Fair, but it's a bit pricey.
...last one I saw sell on ebay went for $600 a year or two ago.

Oddly, there are suddenly 3 different ones available on ebay now, with the lowest "buy it now" price at $899.  One of them was listed delusionally at $1,250.

It's rewarding to report no one has bitten on any of them yet at those inflated prices, and all of them have been relisted at least once.

'Twould be lovely to own one, but I think I'll probably pop for a far less expensive knock off made in the 1970's...looks very similar, same color and size, but does not have the silver lines and windows.

Karen has volunteered to add those using silver model paint...won't be able to tell the difference when she's done.

We'll capture that art deco vibe at a fraction of the price.
This guy showed up in the middle of the day...
...and munched on some corn for awhile, then moseyed on back into the woods.

Weird stuff, bc within a 2 mile radius we're surrounded by a bunch of big box stores, restaurants, grocery stores, etc., but it sure looks and feels like the country out here.
Didn't realize it, but April 14th has been a pretty big day in history...

President Lincoln was shot by John Wilkes Booth on this day in 1865...

The RMS Titanic hit an iceberg just before midnight on this day in 1912, sinking into the Atlantic the next day...

American pilots engaged in their first ever aerial dogfight over the Western Front in France during WWI in 1918...

Country music legend Loretta Lynn was born in Butcher Hollow, Kentucky in 1935...
Did I mention she's proud to be a coal miner's daughter?

The Montreal Canadiens won their 5th consecutive Stanley Cup in 1960, a record that still stands today...

And joining this impressive hit parade of history, in 2019 on this day I published the 367th edition of the Atomic Monster Cafe.

Accepting the award for this prestigious accomplishment is the founder and motivating force behind this blog, Mr. Bolts:

Fortunately, not only is he extremely shy, he also cannot speak, a common ailment amongst tall, green, formerly deceased persons.

That means his acceptance speech will be delightfully short, even to the point of being non-existent.

Public speakers and meeting organizers of the world, take note.
Finally, tonight we stand on the brink of every American's favorite day of the year...Tax Day.

And you know what Benjamin Franklin said about Death and Taxes...
No, no, no...it was more along the lines of "In this world nothing can be said to be certain except death and taxes".

Oh well, I suppose it could be worse...at least winter hasn't returned...
...oh...wait...

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Saturday, April 6, 2019

'Twas A Cold And Foggy Morn'...

...when I took up the tools of my ignorance...and headed out on dawn patrol to wage the first battle of 2019 against the cruel and merciless rulers of the golf underworld...and honesty compels me to admit round 1 goes to them, but at least I went down swinging...and swinging...and swinging...

Which I suppose was the crux of the problem.
It wasn't all bad, however...my hickories and I held our own now and then...hit about 160 off the tees with my cleek, 120 in the fairways with my mashie, 75 or 80 with my niblick...and Calamity Jane and I got reacquainted...
...well enough that after a couple of holes we were on speaking terms again...2 putted most of the time, so not all bad.  (I said most of the time - managed to 4 jack the 8th green for a snowman in a spasm of putting incompetence.)

Even strung 4 halfway decent holes together in the middle of my round with a bogey, bogey, par, bogey at which point I very nearly expired in a burst of shocked and surprised glory.

Of course a couple of the other holes were an exercise in higher math, but even so I'm happy to report I did not lose any golf balls.

That's not to say I was always in the fairway; more like nothing is growing yet so it was easy to find my errant shots that landed in the rough.

Just remember, it's called "golf" because all the other four letter words were already taken.

It's certain I'll have worse rounds this year but I'm hopeful I'll have better, too...so once again it was some solitude, some exercise and a very pleasant stroll through the country.
Gotta give a Happy Birthday Shout Out to #5 son today...
...o man, why do parents always do that?  Dig up some picture from 25 years ago as if somehow they just can't admit their kids have grown up!  But he was a cute kid, ya gotta admit...

...and he grew into a handsome man...here's one of Benjamin when he was in the service...
Superman does not always wear a cape, you know...

And here's one of him with his beautiful wife, Brooke...
My youngest is now 33 years old, a miracle that simply does not seem possible.  Happy Birthday Benjamin!
Saw this Dilbert comic the other day...
Speaking of buying my book(s)...ran an ad in "The Vintage Ford" magazine...that's the official publication of the Model T Ford Club of America...nice looking ad designed by the Executive Director, Susan Yaeger, who has been very supportive of my Papa's Model T books.

But sadly, no sales at all from the half page ad...always said if I couldn't sell a book about a Model T to a group of people who pay membership fees to belong to a club devoted to Model T's, it might be time to move on to something else...

And so Mr. T is officially up on the block for sale now...have gotten a few inquiries and as the weather improves I'm hopeful he'll find a new owner.
Watched an interesting flick the other day...
...Love & Mercy, a film about Brian Wilson, musical genius behind the Beach Boys.

It stars Paul Dano as the young Wilson in the early to mid 60's, and then John Cusack as the older Wilson in the 1980's and beyond...and the filmmakers switch back and forth between the two pretty regularly, so it made for some jarring transitions bc those two guys really look nothing alike.  You just have to remind yourself, "ok same guy, 20 years later".

The story is about Wilson's struggle with mental illness and drug abuse, which ultimately led to him being treated by Dr. Eugene Landy, played frighteningly well by my favorite character actor, Paul Giamatti.
Landy was a shady character, a control freak and appears to have been every bit as mentally unbalanced as any patient he may have treated.

He certainly was unethical and sunk his claws into the needy, self-destructive and at times helpless Brian Wilson.

In the happy endings department, the movie does show how Wilson broke free of him, partly because of his relationship with Melinda Ledbetter, portrayed in the movie by Elizabeth Banks...
...Melinda witnessed the Svengali like control Landy had over Wilson and alerted Brian's extended family to the problems there.

A lawsuit filed by Carl Wilson resulted in Landy being stripped of his license to practice psychology in the state of California, and he was prohibited from having any personal contact with Brian Wilson.

Unfortunately, like a parasite burrowed deep into the skin of its victim, for a time Landy continued to maintain control over Brian through surrogates.

By the early 90's however, the pestilence was finally rooted out of Brian's life completely, and Landy ended up in Hawaii - guess what? - practicing psychology again.  Those lucky Hawaiians.

Brian was then able to escape the drug overdoses Landy was giving him...
...and get the treatment he actually needed.

It's been a long, hard road but gradually Brian has improved.  He and Melinda Ledbetter married and remain together today.

This one is a bit of an ordeal to watch, but worth your time to see the harrowing back story of what appeared at the time to be the carefree, summer fun Beach Boys.

Brian Wilson composed the soundtrack to which an entire generation danced and grooved; see this film to learn the heavy price he paid for that impressive accomplishment.
The cold and foggy morning has segued into a gorgeous, sunny afternoon, so...


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