Looks like I’ll have completed a fulfilling day without distractions by those pesky second and third meals, thanks to two affirmations. The first touched me as I walked to the bank to forward some dollars into an account which would permit me to keep my natural gas connected. (By the way, can you imagine how fortunate and lucky I am to be able to walk to my bank? It’s only about a three-block round trip. If the circuit totals eight blocks, I drive.) It was a perfect morning on Vine Street, and I knew I was on “the right track” by the feel of my blue Oxford shirt as it rested on mon skin as it went under my belt buckle. There was more air between buckle and epidermis, a slight ripple of form . . . .where three months ago, that “territory” resembled a slag heap pointing forward.. This was an affirmative circumstance. Lunch could not make me feel any better than I did on the bank errand.
Affirmation B came from a nice note from ThirtyWhat with a nifty idea that pointed to a solution to my constricted internet log-on windows. It appears that CallWare will let me spend time on the net and not miss calls. We shall see. PROGRESS!
Thus girded (see paragraphs above) I finally grew some backbone and looked into my insurance and real estate bidness which I’ve hidden from all month. I am short ($1,000 and change) with the real estate taxes, but I”m not going to wake up to find an auctioneer on my front porch selling my home for payment . . . . at least for a little more than a year, maybe two. I’ll have to pay some interest, but not more than I can bear to pay IF I can lasso some employment. With that much “rope,” I believe I can. Insurance for hearth and Ford are okay until October.
I made it through the afternoon without retrogressing into “nap mode” thanks to things to do. It did make for early dinner at 5:30 and an excellent Lehrer News Hour that carries me to the title of this post. Several newspaper editors were discussing the effect of General Petraeus’ “Charlie McCarthy” for #43’s “Edgar Bergen” last week. The editor for the Dallas Morning Telegraph (if I remember this correctly; I don’t take notes when I watch TV, not even during Lehrer) talked about her newspaper readers as mixed as “guacamole.” Most folks knows (as #43 might say) the implicit metaphor. What I did not understand was her pronunciation of the word in three syllables sounding much like “ga ka hole.” Maybe that’s how they pronouce it in old MayHeeKoe, but that’s not how thinking hummin’ beans pronounces it after their naturalization papers arrive. Seeing this malaprop must have provided vitally needed affirmation to editors who have little statues of Yogi Berra on their car dashboards. As for me, Give me gua ca mo le or give me . . . . . . gimme THALtha! Loth and loth of THALtha!
Redeeming the show was a brief Lehrer interview with Allen Greenspan, a wonderful romp in which he asked the economist which of his passions (music, baseball and math) he “loved the most.” Greenspan confessed he had done his best with math; that he stopped developing as a baseball player when he was 15 years old, and regarding his early big band days (his favorite instrument was clarinet — He and Woody Allen should jam some time at Elaine’s in NYC; wotta trilling combination; aye?) he can still smell marijuana at 50 paces! Jim’s correct use of “most” impressed me as perhaps the high water mark in broadcast journalism I have witnessed this week. If you know what I”m saying here, bless you for your incredible understanding of this nutty lingo at its best. If you don’t know, I will explain later, maybe this weekend. There’s no room today.
Another high water mark in broadcast journalism is evolving on WUIS, BELIEVE IT OR NOT. I speak, of cose, of Jenna Dooley (probably missspelled, sew solly) who graces the noon news on that factory-seconds-USA-voices station and gives hope to those who appreciate superior voice talent when they ‘ear it. Jenna seldom stumbles over words and doesn’t spit out words as though she’s scolding us. (YES, I washed my hands, 4:30person!) Could it be Jenna reads it before walking into the studio? With a superb news director as Rich Bradley clearly is, mayhaps some of his talent may be sinking in. Huzzah! Huzzah! All dee doo dah day. I understand from a station employee that Jenna’s excellent talent will not be with the station long. She’s an intern, and married, and will be accompanying her lucky huz away from this fair city when school’s out. Anyhoo, KUDOS to Jenna Dooley. URAQ!
“This world is far from holy
My life is guacamole
And I’m an avocado, ripe and ready to blend,
Just looking for a recipe on which I can depend.
I haven’t found the flavor, but I’m getting there.”
– from Getting There, a song poem by Job Conger written in 1987
Live long . . . . . and proper.
