Posts Tagged ‘Dad’

Dogwood Overload

Tuesday, May 19th, 2009

I am pretty bored here at the hospital. Might post five or six times today. Right now, they have taken Dad back and are prepping him. We got to go back and visit him, then were kicked out when they came in to shave his legs. No, i was not able to get video of that, although it would have been entertaining to those of us who know my Dad.

So, now we are sitting in the refreshment area. It has a flat screen tv, and I have my wireless, so I guess it’s not all bad.

Props to Medical Center of Macon for having a pretty nice setup for family and visitors.

Going to Macon

Tuesday, May 19th, 2009

Dad’s having a routine outpatient surgery thing this morning in Macon. It is routine. I still worry, though. I hear too many horror stories from my sister, The Nurse. I will be glad when we are all at the lake this weekend, fishing and painting together. As much as my Dad and I disagree, and get on each others nerves (and those of everyone around us), he is still my favorite fishing buddy, and I can’t imagine my life without him.

About an Old Friend

Sunday, June 3rd, 2007

There’s a pretty cool article in today’s New York Times, written by Aimee Mann, about “Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band.” This weekend is the 40th anniversary of the release of the album; It came out about five years before I was released.

The interesting thing about the article is that she reminded me of what I thought of the album as a kid. At 35, I have lots of other ideas about the album that I’ve picked up here and there throughout the years, but she reminded me of the sheer curiosity with which a child picked that album up out of all of her parents’ other albums.

I am a lucky girl – My parents listened to some pretty cool stuff. Mom liked folk and rock and roll: She was a card-carrying member of the Elvis Presley Fan Club, but also listened to The Everly Brothers, Ricky Nelson, The Beach Boys, Bob Dylan, Jan and Dean, Crosby, Stills, and Nash, and Peter, Paul, and Mary. I still remember wondering what “Virgin” meant – One of her friends had written it on her Bob Dylan album cover. (Her name is Virginia.)

Dad listened to rock and roll, too, but his tastes leaned more towards Jerry Lee Lewis and lots of 60’s soul. I still to this day think Otis Redding is the best “cleaning up the house on Saturday” music ever. I wore out all of the Otis discs and that Stax/Volt Review album he had. My sister and I put on clown makeup and danced around the playroom to the Everly Bros.’ “Kathy’s Clown.” To be fair to my parents, they also listened to some great classic country and 70’s honky-tonk Country and Western, too. People, we had a dog named “Waylon.” I shit you not.

Nothing, however, could compare to the magic a kid felt looking at that Sgt. Pepper’s album, and then finding that what was on the inside was just as other-worldly. In later years, Sgt. Pepper’s was the album I listened to (on endless repeat, all night long) the first time I did LSD. In fact, that experience made me not want to listen to if for years and years after.

But after reading Aimee Mann’s article this morning, I decided it was time to pull it out and listen to it again. Okay, i don’t have the album anymore, but Todd has a Beatles problem, and we own 22 Beatles albums; We could listen to The Beatles for 17 hours straight, according to ITunes. So, here I am, listening to “Good Morning, Good Morning” and thinking that it has been too long since I listened to this old friend.

Gotta go. The dog is barking. Oh wait. That’s just Sgt. Pepper’s.

Wow. Warner. Makes Me a Little Wacky.

Saturday, April 21st, 2007

First of all, Mom seems to be doing pretty well. Visited her in the hospital (hospy, to family in the know) and she seems better than before. Still hoping they will keep her a while longer, as she is precious cargo, and I would be afraid that Dad and I would screw things up here at the house.

2nd of all, if my father ever says he got “really good movies” at the video store, you should be scared. That usually means that you are going to be watching Iron Eagle II. Mom and Dad have a tendency to bring home the same movie over and over, not remembering that a)it wasn’t that good the first time around, and b)they already saw it. Ask them how many times they have rented the movie where Michelle Pfeiffer is dead and comes back to life (or something? have not seen it.) Anyway, the answer is “tons.”

That being said, I almost keeled over when the movies Dad picked turned out to be Last King of Scotland and Borat. Unfortunately for Dad, he wasn’t too jazzed about LKOS until people started bleeding a lot, and unfortunately for me, that meant he talked a lot during the first half. Dad doesn’t do dialogue. He does however like to namecheck the movie Manhattan, referring to it as a “social commentary,” even though I don’t think he knows what that means, or if he has even ever watched the whole movie. I also think that if he knew it was directed by that Commie Woody Allen, he wouldn’t talk about it so much.

All of the above two paragraphs are so not the point of this post. The point is: OMG. Forrest Whitaker is really good, and really scary as Idi Amin. I am also a little surprised that the lead kid wasn’t nominated. I thought he was actually really good, and you never heard that much about his performance.

Also feeling some Darfur guilt after watching it. Like, yeah, this happened in the not-so-distant past in Uganda, but here I am sitting and watching a movie while similar shit is still happening.

Must go drink another glass of wine. Do not be jealous, as it is Cecil Wine. That means that he opened a bottle like six months ago, stuck the stopper back in, and tells visitors that it is “perfectly good.” Note to Palmer guests: It is wise to bring a “hostess’ gift” of whatever it is you like to drink.

p.s. Love and kisses and hugs to all of you that have called and emailed and checked in on us. We love our Mama. Glad you do too.