Protests were breaking out everywhere and I just had to join in. I drew up my poster. I had heard about the Ukrainian soldier who had told the Russians to go fuck yourself and well, that poster just write itself.
We drove down to the Russian Embassy and the protest was in full swing. We somehow ended up in the car parade so Matt waved the poster out the passenger side window while I drove along. When we came in front of the woman leading the crowd with a bull horn, she saw our sign and said started chanting, “Putin, go fuck yourself.” Putin, go fuck yourself.” Everyone joined in and waved at us as we passed by. It felt good giving support.
Unfortunately, there was not a parking space to be had so we swung down to the Ukrainian Embassy to see if there was anything going on there. It was quiet with just a pile of flowers out front. By the time we got back to the Russian Embassy, the crowd had dispersed. Good times!
You hear it here first. We saw a musical that you are going to want to see on Broadway in a few years. It is called A.D. 16 and it was premiered here at our local regional theater, Olney Theatre, of which we are a member. To say this musical was fun is really an understatement. Mary of Magdala is a sixteen year old girl who wants to be independent. This is not a thing in Nazareth. Then she meets the dreamy 16 year old boy next door named Jesus and she falls head over heels in love. Fantastic songs and fun ensues. A lot of old school R&B and soul sounds, some rap and some ballads all to make up an endearing and watchable show. This is going to be great on Broadway and I can say we saw it here first.
We actually saw another show here in D.C. before Broadway—Come from Away. It premiered here about a year before it made it to New York. It was a wonderful story and you just knew this musical was going somewhere. And it did. So will A.D. 16. Here is a link to the Post article.
Every house has to have a junk drawer. If you don’t have a junk drawer, you are doing yourself a disservice. You need a place to toss stuff when you don’t know where else to put it. (Kondo can kiss it.) Every so often I try to sort through it because I know I have tossed things in there that I have long since forgotten why I kept whatever it is if I can even identify it. This year it was many, many extra string light bulbs and twist ties. Here is a look at what is there:
Every year the Cornell Ornithology Lab does the Back yard bird count. If I remember, we participate. You just count the birds that show up in your yard. It is easy and fun because we like to go, oh look it’s a blue bird. There is the titmouse, there is hte downy woodpecker. Yeah, our lives are that exciting.
This year we had a treat—a hawk on the ground eating suet I had tossed. He/she usually hunts the feeder and we do now and then find evidence that he has snagged a meal, usually a smaller bird. He was not letting anyone near that suet and, of course, no bird wanted to go near it because the hawk will eat them.
Okay, this cat is crazy smart. I keep his teaser toys in a table drawer in the bedroom. One morning I woke up to find feather toys all over the bed. I could not understand what had happened at first. Then I saw the drawer was open. He knew that is where I kept the toys and he had been studying it for a while. He finally figured out how to open it. He had been pulling out his toys and was bringing them on to the bed one at a time.
It became a routine for him. If I was not paying attention to him, he opened the drawer and came running to me with a feather in his mouth and drop it at my feet. (Think dog here.) So I had to figure out a way to lock a drawer that did not have a lock. I shimmed it (Marshaguyver style). It has stopped him for now. But he is studying the bottom of the drawer to see if there is a way to get it out. I give him a month.
Crows love peanuts. I feed the birds regularly because we get some really good visitors. Every bird has its favorite food. The woodpeckers love the suet, the blue birds love mealworms. The goldfinches are crazy for sunflower seeds. Blue jays like corn and mealworms.
But the crows. Well, get out of the way everybody because they have called first dibs on the peanuts. I toss out peanuts in their shells. As I am putting them out, one crow will start calling, letting everyone know that the nice Mrs. Lady is putting out the peanuts. When I go inside they arrive in twos and threes. They are fascinating to watch. Some like to soak their peanuts in the bird bath. Some will try to get three in their beaks (none manage it but gosh they do try). It does not take them long to clean up the yard.
Sometimes I toss out shelled peanuts. They eat them but not with the same joy. I cannot say that for the fox I saw munching away on shelled peanuts one day. Who knew foxes liked peanuts?
I love to swim, I love being in water. It hurts my heart to know that my shoulders are in such bad shape that one bad stroke could end it for me. A few months ago, I injured a muscle in my back while I was channeling Katy Ledecky. I really feared that I had torn my rotator cuff for the third time. In this case, the third time would not be a charm The doctor said I probably had a muscle strain or tear in my lat, which is not a rotator muscle. I was relieved and the pain from the strain kept my mind off it. It felt like I had a knife in ribs. If you have never had a rib injury, I don’t recommend it. It is intensely painful and it lasts for months. I had to stop swimming for six weeks.
When I got back into the pool, I was really worried about a re-injury. I have been working my way back to my regular speed and timing. But I think about my poor shoulders all the time. The next time I tear it, and the chances are very good that it will happen, I get reconstruction surgery. Sounds like fun, huh?
I am old enough to be certain that there is stuff in my brain that I have no real use for except for doing crossword puzzles Things like the names of silent film stars, the names of old baseball players, and the letters of the Greek alphabet. I just have lots of useless (and pointless) knowledge stored in the long term memory folds waiting for retrieval. What surprised me was how much music from long ago appears to be taking up space.
The Bee Gees don’t usually come up in conversation and I haven’t given them much thought or any thought at all probably since college when they were at the height of their popularity. I spent many nights in discos dancing to “You Should be Dancing.” But then it all disappeared–disco and the Bee Gees.
One night, for some reason, my husband played a Bee Gees song in some music mix and I mentioned that I would love to see a “Behind the Music” on The Bee Gees. They seemed to implode and disappear, and those stories were always the best Behind the Music episodes (please someone bring this show back!). I turned to the font of all knowledge, Google, to see if such an episode existed. I discovered that a documentary was going to be released on HBO. I just had to wait.
The documentary finally arrived and my brain exploded. What shocked me was how many songs I remembered. We bought the Bee Gees anthology because why not? and suddenly words I did not know I knew were coming out of my mouth as I sang along. They really wrote some earworms and those worms were dug in deep. Brain cells that had long gone dormant sparked to life. I knew the words to Bee Gees songs going back to the 1960s. The words to “Massachusetts” came flowing out, and I really do not like that song. But there it was, verses and choruses at the ready. That poor brain cell has been sitting around waiting and waiting for someone to need it. And this was the day. Even weirder, there were some songs I remembered but I had no idea they were Bee Gees songs. I honestly thought that “Lonely Days” was a Beatles song. (Just go listen to it.)
Then after that mind blast, I picked up an autobiography of Tommy James. Once again lights went on in parts of my brain I thought were dedicated to more important things like my old home phone number. But no, there they were bubbling up from the depths– “Mony, Mony,” “Crimson & Clover “and “Crystal Blue Persuasion,” every word and note a longstanding memory.
It is becoming a game at this point. What obscure music can I recall from the days of AM radio when music wasn’t curated for your particular tastes. You had to take it all in, the good with the annoying. Soul, rock, folk, pop, and John Denver singing “Thank God I’m a Country Boy.” There was no way out of it. And it led to the lurking lyrics in my synapses. So now I just have to live with the fact that somewhere in the depths of my brain lurks the words to The Candyman.
I am very torn about this day. Cynically. if a relationship needs a specific day to show you love a person, there is something wrong. But Matt did buy me some lovely diamond hoop earrings, so I guess I can’t complain too much.
Many years ago, I fell in love with curling. It was the 2006 Olympics. It was back in the day when there was no streaming. To watch curling, you had to watch it in the middle of the might. I had had shoulder surgery and I was sleeping weird hours and I was on drugs. When I watch the Olympics I like to watch random events just to see what a sport is all about. I started to watch curling and I was completely hooked. It could have been the drugs but whatever it was, I became obsessed. Anette Norberg was the skip. She was cool-headed and a really good curler. I loved that woman. I would talk about it in the morning. At first, Matt thought I was nuts. Curling? That boring Canadian game? No. First it is Scottish in origin and second, it is a chess match. Once he watched it, well, he too became a fanatic.
We wish we could get curling here on ESPN+ or something but that never comes to fruition despite the popularityof the sport during the Olympics. So we have to wait four years for it to come back to our tv. We are then glued to the matches. This year, the Japanese women’s team was our favorite. Little sprites chattering and laughing. I swear they lost Gold because they were not having fun.