Showing posts with label New York. Show all posts
Showing posts with label New York. Show all posts
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
OIL CHANGE
Easter went well. Mary Anne, Steve, Michael & Bridget were here. Gary & Maria called. So did Fran & Uncle Frankie Aunt Lauren came over to say hello. We ate a nice big supper on Holy Saturday & then again on Easter Sunday. I went to 8:30 a.m. Mass on Easter. As always we ate entirely too much. I shocked Michael a bit. I told him my vocabulary was exceptionally good so he tried to get me to prove it. He looked up a word, for me:
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Monday, March 12, 2012
R.I.P. DAVY JONES
Recently we were all saddened to hear of the death, at only 66 years of age, of Davy Jones, the sole Englishman among the members of the 1960's pop quartet, the Monkees. The 1960's coincided with the first decade of my lifetime. Everyone who knows anything about me knows about my lifelong obsessive love affair with the music of that era. To this day I still enjoy their TV show in reruns. They were originally intended as a variation on the Beatles but they seemed, right away, to have taken on a life & perosonality of their own. Jones, Peter Tork, Mike Nesmith & Mickey Dolenz were a jovial quartet, at least from the looks of their public persona. It was nice to see all the outpouring of interest in Jones & sorrow for his death. Women in my age range have reminisced about how he was their first crush in grammar school. I was especially happy to hear about his connection to both New York & Pa. I can still remember the Monkee Halloween costumes my Jackson Heights friends & I used to wear during the band's heyday. Over the cours of the several decades since then, the band's members had often gotten back together for reunions, most notably in 1986, & they very recently went on a concert tour to celebrate their forty~fifth anniversary. Etta James, another famous 1960's singer, & Whitney Houston, also died recently, but as far as I'm concerned there is something especially sad about Jones' death. He was a part of the world in which I grew up.
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Wednesday, June 20, 2007
RAINY LATELY
Last night & very early this morning we most certainly got quite a for really & for truly doozy of a rainstorm. We need lots of rain though so it's good news. This morning I cut the grass after it dried up. I found an old pair of sneakers in my trunk at the Carmelite meeting on Saturday. I made sure I put them on just because of the grass. KrissyKrissyKrissy's off once again to New York today. My big lector meeting is coming up this Saturday morning at St. Joseph's. So far I don't know of anyone else who's agreed to show up. It's supposed to last from 9:00 a.m. until noon. I used to lector absolutely constantly at O.L.P.H. Now I can do the same thing around here. Oddly, I most certainly don't seem to have any kind of anxiety or anything about that kind of public speaking. I should assume that very many people would be all sorts of stark raging terrified of it. It's especially surprising that I can handle it so well because I've always had more than a smidge of a shy streak.
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