Friday, February 15, 2019

I Had a Great Title for This Post, But Now I Can't Remember What It Was!

I used to have a photographic memory. Now, if I don't write things down, they're gone in a minute. Seriously. I must be getting old.

Oh, wait a minute. I am!

 
For the past couple of weeks,  Collin and I have been taking part in a contest held by one of our local TV stations: An Apple a Day. At first, I couldn't figure it out. The prize is an Apple watch. But surely they aren't giving away an Apple watch every day for three weeks. Those things aren't cheap.

Besides, I haven't yet seen any winners named.

Anyway, every morning (early), the word of the day is given. Participants enter the word via the station's app. I get the task of being up early enough to get the word and write it down so Collin and I can both enter it later.

This morning, I was up early, had the TV on, ready to go. I remember the word being announced. I remember writing it down...at least I thought I did. A little later, I discovered I hadn't written it down.

And I couldn't remember the word.

I recalled everything so clearly, up to writing down the word. How could that have happened? What was the word?

One of the things I did recall was that it had been mentioned that the Words of the Day were all types of apples. (That means I got one of the previous words wrong. It was Honeycrisp, not Buttercrisp!)

I Googled "types of apples."  Maybe, I reasoned, looking at a list would trigger my memory. My neurologist told me I'm not suffering from memory loss, I'm just very easily distracted. I learned to deliberate pay attention to what I'm doing so I'd remember.  It beats showering three times in one day because I "forgot."

I went down the list, looking for a name that might sound familiar. It wasn't a common name, like Granny Smith or Gala. I never knew there were so many types of apples....

Cortland! It was Cortland!


Friday, February 8, 2019

Coming Attractions: Do You or Don't You?

Do you go to the movies, or do you wait for new releases to be available on Blu-Ray or streaming?

 
My friend and fellow author Christiane Heggan posted on her Facebook page this morning about why she doesn't go to the movies anymore. One of her reasons is the distraction caused by cellphones. We don't have that problem where I live. Turn your phone on during the movie and you'll be going home early--as in before the movie is over. And no, management will not refund your ticket price.

It helps to go to early showings. The tickets are cheaper and the theater isn't crowded.  Collin and I rarely go to evening showings.

 
The second reason Christiane gave is the movies themselves: too somber, too serious--message movies. I agree with her. I don't like movies that are too dark, too serious. Actors see them as art. I don't go to the movies for art. I go to be entertained. I go for fun. I want to laugh. I want to grip my seat until my knuckles go white. I want to have a good time.

Collin and I go to the cinema to see superhero movies. Or Minions. Back in 2012, we attended a fifteen-hour Marvel Movie Marathon--all six of the movies released prior to The Avengers, which was shown at midnight. It was crowded, it was fun...but I doubt I'd ever do it again. I'm old. My days of staying up all night ended a long time ago. 




The last time Collin and I were at the cinema, it was for Aquaman. Next up: Captain Marvel and Avengers: Endgame. Action and laughs guaranteed--except for Avengers:  Infinity War. Loved the movie, hated the ending. It was depressing.

If I want to be depressed, I'll watch the news. It doesn't get more depressing than that.


Friday, February 1, 2019

Whatever Happened to Spring and Autumn?

These days, it seems we have only two seasons: summer and winter.


I'll never forget the snowstorm of 1982. I'd been in the hospital for eye surgery and had been released the day before--just in time to take Collin to the ER because one of our village idiots had failed to make sure the basement door was actually closed and he fell down the stairs. He had a broken collarbone. Said village idiot almost got a broken neck for her stupidity.

A few days after the "blizzard," Dad had to dig our car out so Mom could go to the grocery store. After she left, he finished clearing the spot off so it would be easier for her to park when she got back.


This was taken about a block from our place.
Photos: St. Louis Post-Dispatch


He'd just gotten finished when another car approached. The woman driving was determined to park there. "I just spent an hour clearing this off for my wife," he told her. The woman was still determined to park there. She thought she could wait him out. She was in her car, her heater was on. No way could he outlast her, right?

She had no idea. Dad was almost seventy, taking meds for hypertension and heart disease, but he ran on sheer stubbornness. He would have willingly frozen to death before he let her park there after all the work he did.

She finally gave up.

Postscript: I just paid my annual domain registration fee, so figured I'd better post something. Maybe once a week, a "best of" sort of thing--if I can find some "best of" stuff. Scammers and spammers aside, I'm just not seeing the traffic here these days to make the crap I had to go through just to post this one. (That would be a blog post in itself!) I'm doing everything on my Facebook pages these days. Hope you'll check them out, if you haven't already. I'm seeing much more traffic there.

Norma Beishir
The International Intruder
(the latter is a joint effort from William Kendall, Collin Beishir and me)