I guess I should not have asked for a lightbulb, eh? That was an accident. I was adapting this from a portrait I had done in the studio. It is so odd, though, I'll just leave it. It makes the image more interesting.
Maybe not.
My health is failing me now, I'm afraid. No, really. I'm afraid. The life I'm living is literally killing me. My mother's neighbors tell me I look tired. I am. My body functions are beginning to fail. I threw up in my sleep last night. I am afraid to check my blood pressure. I've developed some tremors in my hands. My hips and knees and back barely support me now. I hurt. I hurt all the time.
I have no one for emotional support. Don't get me wrong. People are nice. But I am going through this all alone.
Then, this morning, I read this (link). Don't bother. I am just living a life that assures that I will develop dementia.
So. . . don't expect much from me here.
Yesterday, I used the rented carpet cleaner. I did the whole house, of course. You can't just clean a spot. My mother has wall to wall to wall to wall carpeting. When I finished and went to empty the tanks, the take up tank that was supposed to hold the water sucked up from the carpet was bone dry. The carpet was damp. Since I am not a tool guy, I guessed I had done something wrong. I looked at the machine over and over. It seemed simple enough. I called the hardware store and told them what happened.
"Where'd the water go?" the guy on the phone asked me. Dumb fuck.
The across the street neighbor is a handy guy and was outside with his wife and another neighbor talking to my mom. I called him in. We assessed the situation but found no solution, so I packed the thing up and drove back to the hardware store. They gave me another machine.
So I came back to my mother's and did it all again. This time there was a little, very filthy water in the take up tank.
There are very good reasons not to have wall to wall carpeting. Carpets are filthy things.
When that was done, I packed up the machine, put it in the trunk, and got dressed for the gym. I'd workout before driving the carpet cleaner back. It was a matter of distance and time.
Everything done, I went to my house. The carpenter had called me that morning. He will meet me at the house at ten a.m. on Thursday. He'll tackle the next big job, I think. For money, of course.
It stresses me out.
"Oh, honey. . . it is going to be fine. We just have to do what we have to do."
Yea. That would be nice.
I showered and sat down in a chair. When I woke up, I was late for getting back to mother's.
We ate the Leftover Stew once more.
Fascinating you say? Try this.
This is what I have been watching with my mother. My gosh. . . so long ago on a different planet. For all of it, I have to say I'd ask Boom Boom to marry me right now. She's what I would call a dream. She would be my mother's age now. I wonder how her life turned out.
When one episode is over, we watch another.
The thing that strikes me is Groucho's casual treatment of the women who in most cases are the smarter ones on the show. Well, if you call getting these answers right smart. But again, the second pair of contestants in this episode. . . Betty O'Hare is quite something. I can't imagine the frustrations smart women had to endure "back then."
Yes I can.
Holy Moly--I just looked her up (link)! Lari Lane the Boom Boom Girl was actually an actress in films. A degree in journalism. She was the Playboy Playmate of the month in May 1958.
Her life went the way many do, I guess.
I went a little bit down the rabbit hole.
In 1975, Laine made headlines after she was kidnapped from her home, though she was released unharmed after her husband contacted the police.
O.K. Maybe not "like so many do."
Today will be like yesterday and the day before that and the day before that. Whenever I think I might have some free time, something pops up. I have appointments to keep. It's o.k. I'll cook something good tonight and then we can watch some more "You Bet Your Life."
I think I have.
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