I have had some very nice people who have visited my site and passed along sweet comments or have let me know directly they have enjoyed it and I thank them very much. But it’s time for me to end this because no matter how kind and filled with integrity some people are, it’s time to stop casting pearls before the swine. I am indefinitely ending any posts on this board.
It was slow getting back to work, but I’m reviving. Samantha and Evelina, who have both suffered from migraines, said it isn’t uncommon to fall into a heavy sleep afterwards and be completely exhausted the next day as I was. Hope it’s not something I’m going to have to suffer from. Anyway, this morning I alluded to tell you why I blame Obama for the mess in Syria and parts of the Middle East. I have felt he was to blame for a long time for his ineptitude. When Bush left office, there was some stability there, and in North Africa. But Big Ears had to show everyone he was going to do the opposite of Bush for no other reason than just to show them. But O’Reilly explains it best here and I will take one exception–I don’t think so much of the blame falls on Europe, but the United States. I do think Europe could have done more, but this really falls on Obama and his failed policies. Not only has he been a disaster for America, but his garbage and cowardice is spilling into the mid-East and now Europe. His handling of Putin is a lily-livered joke. Now do you know why I cried when I learned you supported him, or at least wanted to give the impression that you did?
Slept so much more and here it is 2 AM and now I’m wide awake. Awakened craving a cup of French Roast coffee and homemade bread; I have the former, not the latter. So, I’m waiting for the aroma of the brewing coffee to reach me back in the Ernest Hemingway Room as it drips and thinking that making homemade bread would be a good project this weekend. Trying to decide which of the movies I have taped that I will watch with coffee; “Chocolat” is a good one to watch with coffee when it’s early morning-middle of the night; so is, “The Brothers Karamazov.” Get my coffee, prop up my “husband’s arms” bed rest as Aunt Cal called it, snuggle under the afghans, sip coffee and choose a movie. TCM showed, “Deathtrap” the night of the day I got the grandmother of all headaches and I think only the Benadryl I took allowed me to watch the screen. I had never seen it before, always wanted to and liked it very much. It was another one I liked, “SLeuth,” in reverse, with Michael Caine as the older writer and Christopher Reeve the younger. Once you got past the Superman role, looking back at his work in films, I have to say Christopher Reeve was a really good actor. I liked his work in this and I loved his work in, “The Bostonians.” There’s a scene in “Deathtrap” where he and Michael Caine kiss–Robert Osborne said on the day they were going to shoot that scene, Michael Caine brought brandy to the set and by the time it was to film it, he and Christopher Reeve were quite drunk! Although she was nominated for an Oscar for “The Bostonians,” I didn’t like Vanessa Redgrave’s performance and I couldn’t stand her character; so much lesbian overtones to her obsession with that young woman. Looking back at most of her career where she was thought to be a brilliant actress when I see the overall body of her work she looks like a maniacal ham. Just want to pose a question? Why would a Scandanavian have the French name, Georgette? Guess I’m feeling better now, the old vinegar is kicking in, if I were complete 100% at this most early hour, I’d tell you why I blame Obama for the Syrian mass exodus of refugees.
Somewhere after 11:30 AM fell sound asleep for nearly three hours. Dreamed of thunderstorms and wrapping my head in a sheer aubergine scarf to run home in the rain. There were my father and mother as an elderly couple; Daddy in his brown fedora and overcoat and he was admonishing me about something he wanted me to do, admonishing his adult daughter. I didn’t care because it was so good to see both he and Mom again. I told him I was so glad he had come back and funny I knew I was in a place where I couldn’t stay and would have to leave, but even now, it was so good to see them both so vividly again. Soreness in the head appears to have gone, again suspecting allergies because we did have the weather change Sunday. Still feel like I could sleep more.
Glad you didn’t have Canadian bacon over the weekend. Movies and takeout sounds glorious at home. Miss you.
Staying in my jammies, headed back to bed, but have to post this…Errol really scored again.http://www.myneworleans.com/Blogs/The-Editors-Room/September-2015/Keep-Lee-and-Beauregard-Lose-Davis-and-Liberty-Place-if-we-must/
I am so thoroughly sapped from yesterday, feeling fried and completely unable to be up for work. Staying home to rest. Pain has stopped, Benadryl did offer relief from it, but I am so tired. Later…
Don’t worry, sweetie-pie, I’ll live. Going to try an experiment on the off chance this is sinus-allergy related. I’m going to take a Benadryl and see if it helps or not. Pain isn’t as bad but you know its bad if you have take your hair pins out because they hurt your head!
Will probably get a little bit lala land after I take the Benadryl.
Somewhere around mid morning, starting having the worst, pounding, teeth-rattling headache. Thought I was hungry. Lunch didn’t help, made it worse. By the time I got back to my desk, I was getting nauseated and light seemed to stab my eyes. Evelina told me it sounded like a migraine. I never get migraines, but the light was so painful I had to come home and get in a darkened room. It reminds me of the headaches I used to get after the detaching retina surgery. Hope I’m not starting with migraines. It finally stopped hurting but my head is sore, like your legs are after a bad muscle cramp. Going to take a really warm shower and rest in my room for the night. Getting my appetite back. It’s warmer today than yesterday, but still so gorgeous outside and I couldn’t bear to look at it. Had to wear my retro, goffy clip on sunglasses to drive home. Took them off for a second and felt like someone had stabbed me in the eyes. Looking forward to continuing to rest.
About to go to lunch, starvin. Marvin. Will write more later.
I am dying to tell you about the review I wrote for this book but I can’t. Just will say, it’s a brilliant little book. Poems, but in the prologue he writes in rhyme but in paragraphs not stanzas…the last paragraph of the prologue sets the tone of the rest of the book. Gave it one of the best reviews I’ve ever written. Author is Joshua Clegg Caffery, and he hails from Irish Bend near Franklin. Irish Bend is a tiny snag on beautiful Bayou Teche where Irishmen settled in the 1800’s, hence understandable we have a Caffery here.
From his prologue…
Therefore, before we begin, let me treasure you that I will never tell you lies. I cannot explain the leafless words unfolding in these twilight skies. But one thing that I do know (and that I truly must emphaszie): in the creole twilight, Fido always dies.