By now, it’s probably been a month and a half since my last update. There have been times when I’ve considered junking the blog, not to mention a lot of my website and the podcast given that I’m not getting much response on any front – save a couple of people from China who check in every few days. It probably doesn’t help that I didn’t think I had too much to say. I mean, like everyone else, I’m just sitting here in my “office” questioning a lot of what’s going on in the world and my place in it.
After 18 months in basic isolation, I thought I was about as low – mentally and spiritually – as I could get. Then, over the last couple of weeks, I seemed to be in a real funk, even worse than normal.
I did some thinking on the subject and decided I couldn’t wait for the world to fix my life for me. I couldn’t just sit around looking for people to blame. (There’s too much of that in the world.) I decided to try and look for the positives, rather than the negative. I’m sure it won’t be easy. (In case you hadn’t noticed, there’s a lot of negative stuff on the Internet and the world, in general.) But if you don’t try, you don’t succeed.
I also decided that, rather than run away and hide, I’m going to be out there more. (Sorry, Facebook, Twitter and Instagram friends but there’s about to a lot more postings from me.)
On Sunday my folks and I went over to Delhi to Courtland Treasures and Antiques. We’ve been there a few times over the past few months – they have some great NASCAR diecasts, several of which I have added to my collection. (Dale Earnhardt 1979 rookie season car and Bill Elliott’s 1985 “Million Dollar Bill” car, for example.) This time around, I picked up a diecast of Darrell Waltrip’s 1983-1986 ride when he was driving for legendary car owner Junior Johnson.
My folks ended up getting a dresser unit they’d had their eye on for a while. Mom already has set it up in the living room, decorated it and she loves it.
My family got some good news on Friday (just in time for Thanksgiving). My Dad’s recovery from bladder cancer means he has to go in for a CT scan and have blood work done and then the idea is he goes to meet with his doctor. Instead, the doctor called him at 5 p.m. He said everything looked good so there was no need for Dad to come and physically see him (plus, you know, COVID, right?) In other words, my Dad is still on the right road to recovery, definitely something to be thankful for!
Last night, I watched Once Upon A Time in Hollywood. I had started watching it on Wednesday (?) night but when I told my Mom about it, she sounded like she wanted to watch it as well. I’m always up for a movie night with the folks (anything that stops them from watching CNN) so I said sure, let’s make it for Saturday night. (I ended up watching Hit and Run, which is a fun movie.)
My folks were not too impressed with Once Upon a Time … in Hollywood. Their main beef is that it was quite long and there were times where my Dad was confused about the movie with in the movie. The phrase “What the heck are we watching here?” was uttered a few times. I, for one, rather enjoyed it. I have to wonder how many people younger than myself didn’t realize the alternate history aspect to it.
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The film ends up with the main characters Rick Dalton and Cliff Booth (played by Leonardo DiCaprio and Brad Pitt respectively) running afoul of members of the Manson family. Instead of killing Sharon Tate (Margot Robbie), members of the Manson family end up storming into DiCaprio’s house (next door to Tate and Roman Polanski’s house) where Dalton, Booth, Booth’s dog, and Dalton’s wife, Francesca (Lorenza Izzo) dispatch them in a scene that was probably way too violent for me to find it as funny as I did.
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I recently discovered Steve Moore, the Mad Drummer, who plays with Rick K and the All Nighters and it blew my frickin’ mind. If you are into drums, music, or just great showmanship, you have to check him out. (You can start with https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hilv8PHueSI and check out the windmill drum action at 2:40. Seriously, this guy goes from Keith Moon to Pete Townsend in an instant.)
The weird part is the Rick K and the All Nighters would be a good show band even if Moore just played the drums like every other lounge act drummer. (And I don’t mean lounge act as a slight, just that’s what they are.) And Moore is a very competent drummer but you add in the theatrical style and you’re just mesmerized!
And on that note, I will sign off. Hope everyone has a great Thanksgiving and you stay safe and stay healthy, physically and mentally.