Month: July 2022

“Home Alone”

I watched the movie “Georgetown” on Sunday night.  This stars Christoph Waltz, Vanessa Redgrave, and Annette Benning, and is directed by Waltz.  I really enjoyed the performances by all three, Waltz is particularly excellent as a consummate conman, leveraging a single, tenuous relationship to gain entry to all kinds of supposed partnerships.

My movie on Monday and Tuesday night (it’s a lengthy one) was “All the Way.”  This stars Bryan Cranston as President LBJ in his first year – working to pass the Civil Rights bills into law.  Cranston is excellent and the depiction of all the various factions – Martin Luther King Jr., Southern Democrats, Liberal Democrats, friendly Republicans – and  the ways that LBJ brings them on board are fascinating.  I really enjoyed this one.

Clorinda finally made a trip to the library on Tuesday afternoon.  Diana and Caroline have been encouraging her to visit as it’s getting quite expensive to keep her in books – but she keeps finding an excuse not to go.  No options provided this time – Diana just told her it was time to go.  And what do you know? – she had a good time and came home with a nice stack of reading material.  Then couldn’t wait to dive in.

The other interest in Pacifica was around the removal of a whale which had washed up on the Sharp Park beach – and was visible from Clorinda’s house.  Quite the operation to get it back out to sea.

Wednesday morning excitement was getting my teeth cleaned – all smooth, no other work necessary.  I had a pleasant Couch to 5K outing at the Apex center at lunchtime to avoid the 106 degree temperatures outside – down from 110 degree records the last couple of days.  Whew!

I coordinated an oil change for Finn’s car on Thursday afternoon and took him for a coffee while the work was being done.  I know – very exciting and he’s totally spoiled.  In the evening I watched the first episode of a new HBO series, “The Edge of the Earth.”

This episode followed two snowboarders and a skier as they attempted to be the first to descend a ridge of a mountain in Glacier Bay National Park, Alaska.  The photography was amazing – making me feel queasy on the couch as they climbed up the snow and ice covered narrow ridge, and then turned around and skied back down it.  An amazing hour of television that made me wonder what drives people to do these highly risky and unnecessary things.  I’m looking forward to checking out the remaining episodes.

After that I listened to some music while reading.  This album cover of Tommy Malone’s got me thinking.  “I wonder where that background is – looks very familiar.”

Then it came to me – it’s a wall mural that we saw in San Miguel de Allende on Denny’s 50th birthday trip.  Anado is an amazing artist from Oklahoma, now making his home there, and offering a very unique tour of the art around his garden.  I remember him mentioning how much he enjoyed Tommy’s music.

I sent Anado an email asking him if there was an interesting story behind the album cover.  Nothing back yet.

Friday was pretty quiet – went for a swim in the afternoon, visited the library, and picked up some cigars for the boys to enjoy on the Sonoma trip.  I was surprised to find how much of a busy place the cigar lounge was – several groups in there chatting, and folks working on laptops while enjoying their cigars.  Note to self.

I enjoyed a relaxing Saturday.  Morning reading, a run at Apex, piano practice, and then I made a trip up to the Guitar Sanctuary for a workshop by Andy Wood.  I enjoyed his stories and demonstrations but not necessarily his constant “shredding” – showing off how incredibly fast he can play.  It just doesn’t feel musical to me – at least not if you do it all the time as a default style.  Here’s one of his songs so that you can see what I mean:

Our local guitar here, Andy Timmons, was in the audience and I think Andy Wood was a bit nervous, thinking Timmons is actually a more accomplished guitar player.  I think he might be right:

Timmons was the musical director for many of Olivia Newton John’s tours, and played in a glam metal band, Danger Danger, in the eighties that sold over a million albums.

On Saturday evening I watched “The Gray Man” movie.  This stars Ryan Gosling, Billy Bob Thornton, and Ana de Armas, and felt very like a poor man’s Bond movie – even down to the soundtrack theme.  One crisis after another for Ryan to fight his way out of.  The highlight for me was the first 90 seconds, featuring the wonderful “Lochloosa” by JJ Grey.

Earlier on Saturday afternoon, I thought the performance by Sydney McLaughlin in the women’s 400 meter hurdles at the World Athletic Championships was amazing.  So far ahead of the field as she destroyed the world record.  Didn’t even look like there were hurdles on her lane.

Sunday began with a nice long swim – I broke a mile for the first time in a long while.  In the afternoon I put on my Jerry shirt and made a trip down to Deep Ellum for the second weekend in a row.  This time to see Rosebud, a Jerry Garcia Band tribute group, at the Deep Ellum Art Co.  This was a new venue for me and I thought it was excellent.  Just the right size, with great sound and a good attitude.  It also had a huge art patio – bit hot for that just now.

Here’s some of the funky art on display and in mural form:

That’s my best Hitchcock in the 2nd to last photo.

And now for the music – Rosebud were excellent – perfect sound and excellent musicianship all around.  Here’s my favourite – “Deal”:

An excellent guitar solo in the middle of “Deal” – this is how you build a solo Andy Wood:

Jerry always loved his Dylan covers.  Here’s “Positively 4th Street”:

And another lovely solo:

What a great way to spend a Sunday afternoon!  I drove by Campbell’s birth place on my drive home:

I read a couple of quite strange and different books this week.  The first was “When We Were Birds” by Ayanna Lloyd Banwo, a writer from Trinidad and Tobago who is now based in Norwich, England.  The writing is in the local Trinidadian dialect and takes a bit of getting used to.  Here’s the summary:

“In the old house on a hill, where the city meets the rainforest, Yejide’s mother is dying. She is leaving behind a legacy that now passes to Yejide: one St Bernard woman in every generation has the power to shepherd the city’s souls into the afterlife. But after years of suffering her mother’s neglect and bitterness, Yejide is looking for a way out.
 
Raised in the countryside by a devout Rastafarian mother, Darwin has always abided by the religious commandment not to interact with death. He has never been to a funeral, much less seen a dead body. But when the only job he can find is grave digging, he must betray the life his mother built for him in order to provide for them both. Newly shorn of his dreadlocks and his past, and determined to prove himself, Darwin finds himself adrift in a city electric with possibility and danger.
 
Yejide and Darwin will meet inside the gates of Fidelis, an ancient and sprawling cemetery, where the dead lie uneasy in their graves and a reckoning with fate beckons them both.”

Quite a different read but not something I would recommend.

My second book was “Tanqueray” by Brandon Stanton.  He writes a regular blog titled “Humans of New York” that chronicles the various interesting characters he comes across during his travels in New York city.  He met Tanqueray on the street one day and discovered her to be a hugely interesting character, now in her late seventies.  The two met regularly and Stanton captured stories of Tanqueray’s life.  That’s a stage name she had as a burlesque dancer in the 70s and 80s.

This was a crazy journey through a wild world.  A fun and very quick read for anyone not easily offended.

I enjoyed this video featuring one of my favourite songs, “Simple Man.”  A guitar player is doing a show in a park in Saratoga, FL and convinces a passerby to sing with him.  Very good job!

This Derek Trucks interview by Rick Beato was a bit of a revelation.  I’ve seen him perform 5 times now, and never heard him utter a word on stage.  Here he is quite garrulous and happy to share all kinds of interesting information.

I mentioned Tommy Malone earlier.  Here are a couple of my favourites:

Dawes released an excellent new album this week – they have such an interesting sound – modern but with all kinds of 70s references:

Coexist with kindness and compassion for all!

“Albert Lee!”

When I left you last week, we were off to the movies – Diana’s first since COVID began.  We enjoyed “Top Gun Maverick” very much.  At over two hours long, we were a bit nervous, but things didn’t drag at all.  The linkage to the 1986 original was very well done on several fronts – Goose’s son saving the day, Iceman (Val Kilmer) as the Admiral in charge, and Jennifer Connely as the bar owner.  We highly recommend seeing this on the big screen.

I dragged Diana (might be a bit more accurate than the use of “dragged” to oysters last week) to the downtown McKinney 4th of July parade on Monday morning.  Parking was a challenge with the multi-storey garage full, with no sign out front, resulting in a complete cluster as everyone tried to turn around at the top of the structure.  We did find a spot on a side street without too much hassle.

The parade began with the usual fire truck and police motorcycles, followed by Maylee and the Mayor, singing songs from the back of a pickup truck.  Diana groaned at Maylee, as usual.  Then there were the usual boy scout troops, jeep clubs and the like.  I liked the pinewood derby car float – bringing back memories of many hours constructing those kits with the boys.

Our favourite group was the RC summer camp – kids and adults racing their remote controlled cars around – some very creative vehicles.  Here are some other pictures – old cars and floats.  The horn sound from those old cars always makes me smile – “Eeeaww, eeeaww.”

There wasn’t much music associated with the parade – big missed opportunity – until the Scottish pipe and drum group from Fort Worth, towards the end.  I laughed at this.  Independence from Britain is celebrated with a group of Scottish bagpipers?

We continued the patriotic theme with a trip to the city fireworks show in the evening.  This is the first time that we’ve driven all the way into the madness of thousands of people listening to music, and then watching the fireworks.  I enjoyed this set to Neil Diamond’s “Coming to America.”

Unfortunately, the show was cut short due to high winds – they weren’t very high, just a bit gusty, and obviously not great for a fireworks show.

Oh, almost forgot to mention – Maylee (Mayor’s wife) sang the National Anthem to start the firework show.  Diana choked out: “She did a good job.”

Will sent this picture on Sunday.  Interesting look on the “future Mrs. Robertson’s” face.

I threatened to cancel my New York Times crossword subscription with this offering on Tuesday – Taylor Swift song titles indeed.

I came across this interesting sight as I was moving through the kitchen.  Girls and power tools – be afraid!

We watched “Can You Keep a Secret” on Tuesday evening.  This is a quirky romantic comedy that we both enjoyed quite a bit.  Alexandra Daddario does a great job as an entry level worker in an advertising agency.

Diana picked our Wednesday evening movie, “House of Gucci.”  She got quite excited when the Lady Gaga character drove up at the start of the film – she was driving Diana’s first car – a bright red 1977 Fiat 124 Spyder.  This movie was quite good – with great performances from Lady Gaga, Adam Driver, and Al Pacino.  I thought Jared Leto was a bit too over the top – reminded me of some kind of crazy Joker from Batman act.  I had no idea how nuts the Gucci family were in the 80s and 90s.  Would definitely recommend checking this out now that it’s streaming.

I have been trying to get back in touch with the three characters that I hung out with during my years at Heriot Watt University in Edinburgh, Scotland (1981-1985), without much success.  I took a stab at googling “Bobby Miller, bass player, Edinburgh” on Wednesday night.  Success!  I found a website for a Scottish band named North Sea Gas – and there was Bobby – looking just like I remember him.  I probably shouldn’t admit that it took me a couple of days of noodling to even come up with Bobby’s last name – running the alphabet over and over again.

I posted a comment on the website and contacted the UK booking agent for the band, explaining what I was up to.  And “Hey Presto”, I had an email address a few minutes later – the joys of technology.  I also learned from the website that Bobby had married Kristy somewhere around the year 2000.

Here’s what the band sounds like:

I hope I get a reply from the email address I was given.

A reply came in on Saturday afternoon – really brought a smile to my face.  Here’s an excerpt:

 “You might remember me playing with Fat Sam’s Band while we were at University giving me gigs in France as well as over Britain. I moved from them to start playing Double Bass and Bass Guitar with North Sea Gas around 1988, continuing for nearly 15 years, with mainly Scottish gigs for me but did German Tours and got over to New York State/New York, which was a highlight gig. I did I think 6 albums with “the Gas” all of which I think got Silver Discs, with one Gold Disc. Amongst other musical talents, Kirsty graduated from the Academy in Glasgow in violin performance and she ended up joining North Sea Gas for around three years before we both left in 2002. At this point family commitments and the prospect of lengthy tour schedules made this unsustainable, far less try to keep the day job.

Other musical highlights have included doing Double Bass for a couple of Runrig singles, live BBC Hogmanay shows, many festival gigs and folk clubs (both North Sea Gas and New Celeste) and a cameo appearance on Outlander (as a Double Bass player in a band). Still doing many gigs in loads of settings both on Double Bass and Bass Guitar.

Also had a brief stint playing football semi professionally but couldn’t commit enough time along with the music, and a part-time university stint getting an MSc to cheer up my first degree, so returned to play for Ferranti’s works team.”

Diana left for Montego Bay, Jamaica on Friday morning.  She was snapping pictures of the unapproved stowaway, BP, on the beach by 4pm.  Fortunately they don’t have far to walk to the beach – as seen in this picture from the room.

When I spoke to her around 11pm, Diana had just finished listening to some “silly reggae” music on the beach.

Meanwhile, I made the very short drive to the Guitar Sanctuary to watch a show by Albert Lee and band.  Haven’t heard of him?  Well, let me share some background.  Albert was born in 1943 in Shropshire, England before moving to and growing up in London.  He was first introduced to music through the piano at age 9, before listening to the likes of Lonnie Donegan, Buddy Holly, and Gene Vincent who inspired him to take up the guitar.  His first big hit was “Country Boy” with Heads, Hands and Feet.  This song was a big hit for Vince Gill.  Lee did a great, high-speed rendition of this at the Sanctuary.

Albert was a member of the famed “Wrecking Crew” in Los Angeles in the 70s, playing on countless albums as the premier set of session musicians.  He was a member of Eric Clapton’s band from 1980 to 1985, playing on “Just One Night”, “Another Ticket”, and “Money and Cigarettes.”  I was fortunate to see this band at the Edinburgh Playhouse.  Lee was the one who took my albums back for Clapton to sign when Andy Bull and I spotted the band going in for soundcheck on the way home from University in the afternoon.  Here’s a song from “Just One Night” featuring Lee’s vocals and picking:

Lee also spent several years playing with the Everly Brothers – I was just writing about them last week.  Here’s a story he told about that time – I do enjoy a good story as part of a musician’s set.

He played a great variety of music with his own songs and covers by Delbert McClinton, Ray Charles, and Rodney Crowell.  I particularly enjoyed this Crowell cover:

That song is “Song for the Life”.  What great lyrics:

Somehow I’ve learned how to listen
For a sound like the sun going down
In the magic that morning is bringing
There’s a song for the life I have found
It keeps my feet on the ground

What a treat to have a classic musician performing in walking distance of home.

Saturday was a quiet day for me – household chores, supervising the neighbour boys spreading mulch, catching up on emails, reading, and a trip to Apex for a workout since it’s 105 degrees outside.  I did receive notification in the mail that my US citizenship has been approved, with an oath ceremony on July 26th.  I’ll need to call and get that pushed out a bit.  It seems that our research on 5 years of flights must have been good enough for government work.

In Jamaica, the girls enjoyed coconut drinks, jerk chicken from the grill, and then lobster and champagne for dinner.

Diana reports that she’s having a checkout dive in the swimming pool on Sunday afternoon, in preparation for going scuba diving on Monday morning.  Monday afternoon brings a first for her – apparently they’re going parasailing.

Sunday morning brought the Wimbledon Men’s Final – a pretty good start that then became pretty predictable.  I smiled at this food truck parked by the Apex when I went in for a swim – I could get some jerk chicken from the barbecue like Diana.

My first book this week was “Who By Fire – Leonard Cohen in the Sinai” by Matti Friedman.  Here’s the online summary:

“The little-known story of Leonard Cohen’s concert tour to the front lines of the Yom Kippur War

In October 1973, the poet and singer Leonard Cohen – 39 years old, famous, unhappy, and at a creative dead end – traveled from his home on the Greek island of Hydra to the chaos and bloodshed of the Sinai desert when Egypt attacked Israel on the Jewish high holiday of Yom Kippur. Moving around the front with a guitar and a group of local musicians, Cohen met hundreds of young soldiers, men and women at the worst moment of their lives. Those who survived never forgot the experience. And the war transformed Cohen. He had announced that he was abandoning his music career, but he instead returned to Hydra and to his family, had a second child, and released one of the best albums of his career. In Who by Fire, journalist Matti Friedman gives us a riveting account of those weeks in the Sinai, drawing on Cohen’s previously unpublished writing and original reporting to create a kaleidoscopic depiction of a harrowing, formative moment for both a young country at war and a singer at a crossroads.”

I’m not sure what I think about this book.  Sometimes fascinating with stories of a war I knew nothing about, and with tales of Cohen performing for small groups of soldiers in front line locations, at other times very academic and reading like a research paper.  The author seemed determined to somehow include all the little snippets of information that he had collected in his investigation into these events.

I did enjoy the descriptions of how this song came to Cohen during this time:

The title of the book comes from the song of the same name, from the album released shortly after Cohen returned from Israel, and is based on an old Hebrew prayer:

And who by fire, who by water
Who in the sunshine, who in the night time
Who by high ordeal, who by common trial
Who in your merry merry month of May
Who by very slow decay
And who shall I say is calling?

Here’s a paragraph describing the scene of one of the impromptu concerts:

“When the soldiers join Cohen for the chorus of “So Long, Marianne,” their voices are the only sound in the desert.  He introduces the next number.  “This song is one that should be heard at home, in a warm room with a drink and a woman you love,” he says.  “I hope you find yourselves in that situation soon.”  He plays “Suzanne.”  The men are quiet.  They hear about a place that doesn’t have blackened tanks and figures lying still in charred coveralls.  It’s a city by a river, a perfect body, tea and oranges all the ways from China.  “They’re listening to his music,” writes the reporter, “but who knows where their thoughts are wandering.”

A description of the young Israeli soldiers that I enjoyed:

“In the photographs they are grinning, of course.  They’re young and unfazed, chest hair surging from unzipped flight suites, mustaches and sideburns on the older reservists, nicknames like Rhino and Wild Bull, looking less like clean-cut American air-force types than like the military wing of Credence Clearwater Revival.”

An interesting anecdote on how the soldiers reacted to a big music star in their midst:

“The kid said, “Okay, okay, bit-time poet, big-time artist, you come in here, you’ve got the band with you, you’ve got the pretty girls with you, you’re singing all these pretty words and everything, well what I want to know, buddy, is what do you think about me?”  Cohen walked off the stage and into the rows of seats, the guitarist remembered, “and before you knew it he had the guy in his arms, hugging him.”

There is only one known interview where Cohen directly addresses his time in Sinai – by the British music writer Robin Pike, conducted in September 1974:

“PIKE: You mentioned that you went back to Israel at the time of the last war and your sang.  Can you say a bit more about that?  How did you actually take part:

COHEN:  I just attached myself to an air force entertainment group.  We would just drop into little places, like a rocket site, and they would shine their flashlights at us and we would sing a few songs.  Or they would give us a Jeep and we would go down the road toward the front and wherever we saw a few soldiers waiting on a helicopter or something like that we would sing a few songs.”

After that interview there is really no mention of this time anywhere:

“Anyone hoping for a hint had to be paying enough attention to his work to notice the song “Night Comes On,” which appeared a decade later on the album “Various Positions.”  By that time Cohen seemed like yesterday’s man, and his American label famously didn’t even bother releasing the album, though it included not only the enduring “Dance Me to the End of Love” and “If it Be Your Will”, which might be his best song, but also “Hallelujah,” now one of the most popular songs on earth.”

What a poor decision by the American record label!

As seems to happen frequently, the crossword comes along with a clue directly relevant to something new I’ve learned.  The Wednesday puzzle had this clue for Sinai:

My next book, which I loved, was “Nowhere for very long – The unexpected road to an Unconventional Life” by Brianna Madia.  This is a bit similar to “Wild” by Cheryl Strayed, but quite a lot lighter – it has heavy moments but not at the depth of “Wild.”  Madia’s writing style and honesty kept me very engaged, with the book finishing way too quickly.  I would have happily read another 200 pages or more.  Here’s the online summary:

“In this beautifully written, vividly detailed memoir, a young woman chronicles her adventures traveling across the deserts of the American West in an orange van named Bertha and reflects on an unconventional approach to life

A woman defined by motion, Brianna Madia bought a beat-up bright orange van, filled it with her two dogs Bucket and Dagwood, and headed into the canyons of Utah with her husband. Nowhere for Very Long is her deeply felt, immaculately told story of exploration—of the world outside and the spirit within.

However, pursuing a life of intention isn’t always what it seems. In fact, at times it was downright boring, exhausting, and even desperate—when Bertha overheated and she was forced to pull over on a lonely stretch of South Dakota highway; when the weather was bitterly cold and her water jugs froze beneath her as she slept in the parking lot of her office; when she worried about money, her marriage, and the looming question mark of her future. But Brianna was committed to living a life true to herself, come what may, and that made all the difference.

Nowhere for Very Long is the true story of a woman learning and unlearning, from backroads to breakdowns, from married to solo, and finally, from lost to found to lost again…this time, on purpose.”

From page 2 of the book:

“Forty-eight miles later and forty-eight miles from pavement, the van rolled silently to a stop in a network of desolate dirt roads.  There had been no loud clanking noise, no odor of leaking fumes, no smoke from the hood.  A tie rod end hadn’t snapped, jerking the wheel ninety degrees and sending me skidding violently into a sand-bank.  Rusted leaf springs hadn’t cracked in half, rendering the van slightly crooked and limp as though the passenger side had had a stroke. (All things that had already happened up to that point, by the way.)  I cranked the starter a few times, pumping the gas pedal with each attempt, but there was no sound besides the cicadas buzzing in the heat.

I jumped out of the front seat – still a far fall even at my five-foot-ten stature – and squatted down to look at her undercarriage.  Above my head was the orange and black nameplate I’d had custom-made for her front grille.  Bertha.  Named after my favorite Grateful Dead song.”

Maybe my favourite Grateful Dead song also.

I love this quote from the start of Part II of the book:

“And then there is the most dangerous risk of all – the risk of spending your life not doing what you want on the bet you can buy yourself the freedom to do it later.     – Randy Komisar”

Why Madia loves the desert:

“With mountains, the beauty is right in front of you.  Their grandeur can be seen from miles away.  The shorelines and the coastal cliffs can be felt before you even arrive; telltale signs of cooler winds and sticky salt air, the call of gulls.  But the desert is a bit trickier.

Cow-pie and cactus-covered stretches of sand, dotted with the occasional juniper.  Jackrabbits and beady-eyed lizards and that Western-movie whistle of wind and buzz of unforgiving heat.  Some may find a place like that unnerving, even boring.  They might drive a few miles down the road, maybe peer off a ledge into more vastness, and then turn to leave.  They’ve seen all there is to see, they assume.

But then there are those who go farther, who tumble down miles and miles of dirt roads until those roads devolve into rocky two-track trails that wind and sink down between the buttresses.  And when those tracks end, they forge their own on foot, winding through dried-up washes and aimless cattle trails carved through fields of half-bloomed rabbitbrush and Mormon tea.  The sky narrows; the sandstone rises.  In a world of instant gratification, the desert still calls to the determined.”

I could feel myself getting quite claustrophobic as I read a section about high-stemming through a canyon that was less than a foot wide:

“Suddenly my palms, soaked with sweat, slipped from the sandstone behind me and sent the back of my skull crashing into the wall.  My knees began to slide slowly down the opposite wall, leaving two perfect trails of dark blood like paint.  Below me was Bucket and below Bucket was a V-shaped crack that would shatter any limb that fell into it.  I screamed Neil’s name.  I screamed every swear work I could think of.  The nearest cell phone service was over three hours away from the crack I was now wedged inside of in a half-upside-down fetal position.

By the time Neil had gotten Dagwood through and scrambled back to me, my screaming had turned to hyperventilating, I could feel the blood dripping down my back, dripping down my calves, dropping onto Bucket’s back.

“Help me!” I cried as Neil’s face appeared above mine.  He slid down beneath me ever-so-slightly, propping Bucket up on one of his legs, effectively removing her sixty pounds of weight from my harness.  With a swift motion, he clipped her carabiner to himself and took her from me.  I righted myself and dragged my bloodied body behind him as he grunted his was through the walls.”

My last book was “A Swim in the Pond in the Rain” by George Saunders.  In this book Saunders recreates a class on the Russian short story that he has been teaching to MFA students at Syracuse University for the last twenty years.  This book was highly recommended in a review by a writer that I like but can’t remember just now.  Saunders is a risk for me – I’ve abandoned a couple of his books in the last few years – particularly “Lincoln in the Bardo”.  All the critics raved, and it just seemed like nonsensical gibberish to me.

I am interested in learning a bit about the 19th century Russian masters and will give this book a solid try.  I enjoyed the reading and discussion on Chekhov’s “In the Cart.”  Maybe I’ll read one or two short stories and discussion a week.  I do feel like a slight better educated reader already – Saunders breaking down what’s happening on each page to keep the reader’s attention and to develop the plot and characters.

I listened to the old Pink Floyd album “Animals” last Monday while reading, and loved some of the songs that Spotify automatically started playing when it ended:

Coexist with kindness and compassion!

“Healing Up Nicely”

I had a check up with the hand doctor on Monday – all healing well, with good flexibility.  Here’s a picture from Monday when I got the dressing off, another from Wednesday, and one from just now – I think it’s coming along nicely.  Hopefully this is my final run in with dupuytrens.

I’m easily able to make a fist and stretch out my fingers.

Penelope had an oil change on Tuesday morning.  And then I got myself in trouble with informative texting:

K at 9:15 : “P all done.  Will head back and we can have our walk”

D: “Ok baby:)”

K at 9:30: “Decided to have a coffee at Ascension”

D: “Hmmm (with chin scratching emoji)”

Penelope needed gas, so I made a stop for that.  Noticing a car wash right next door, I thought she deserved a bath and hoover to go with her oil change and full gas tank.  Not well received when I made it home around 11:30 – “I thought we would go for a walk around 10am, based on the text that P was all finished and you were on your way home.  Instead, I’ve been sitting around for an hour and a half wondering where you were.”  Oopsy.  Note to self – vaguer updates required.

Our friend Sean showed up on Monday night.  He’s staying with us for a few days while doing some consulting work in Plano.  We enjoyed some pleasant catch up time on the patio.

On our walk on Tuesday morning, we came across a poor duck with a fishing lure attached.  It was trying really hard to get it off.

K: “Who should we call about this?”

D: “Those guys in the truck over there”

She was right, someone else must have called the McKinney animal folks.  The lady did her best to catch the poor duck in a big net, but he escaped into the pond.  She promised to circle back around later and give it another try.  I really hope she was successful.  I hope the lure was a result of someone’s line breaking, rather than carelessness.

I met Finn for coffee on Wednesday afternoon.  He was excited to report that “corporate” had visited his store, and he received a perfect 100 score for the produce department.  His department is also the 2nd highest revenue generator in the district.  He’s very pleased with how things are going at work.

We had planned to participate in “Music Bingo” at Guitars and Growlers on Wednesday night, but Sean was too late in getting home from work.  He had been meeting with a local telecom sales team to give them some recommendations on how to improve their overall processes, and that must have become pretty involved on Wednesday afternoon.  We just relaxed at home, listened to music, and caught up on families.  Sean left us around 7:30am on Thursday – off to give a readout on his findings, play some golf, and then catch a flight home.

The Thursday New York Times puzzle is the one that has all the special gimmicks – rebus (multiple letters in one square) and the like.  It’s supposed to be the marquee day for solvers.  The puzzle this week is one of my favourites in a long time.

The “revealer” (40 across) is “cover your eyes” and is clued as a hint to 4 long clues.  You can see that 17, 18 and 19 across spell “vending machines”, with the “i” covered by a black square.  Similarly with “Marie Antoinette” at 24 across.  The clues for the long acrosses were very clever in the way they joined together to make a clue for the full word.  Ok, enough crossword geekery for now.

Diana has been on soft foods for a few weeks now since her dental surgery, and doing a great job of sticking to her soups, yogurts, and cottage cheese.  So, after work wound down on Friday, I dragged her to Pappadeaux for oysters.  “Dragged” is not the correct term at all, as she was quite excited to go, having not tasted oysters since our residency in New Orleans.  The price of oysters has doubled since the last time we were there.  Still well worth it for soft food D.

After lunch, I surprised Diana with a visit to Fizz.  This is a champagne and coffee bar that has been open for a month.

We arrived around 3pm – coffee service until 4pm, and then the full bar opens – ok, we’ll sit at the bar and have a coffee.  Then the bar tender/manager arrives behind the bar.  McD asks to see the drinks menu and starts chatting with her – happy to serve you a drink if you like, I’m here and all the stuff is ready.  So, Diana was able to enjoy an afternoon glass of bubbly.

Finn came over after we got home.  He was on a mission to pick up the fancy new Yeezys that Will sent for his birthday.  He arrived with his burrito from Nom noms, ate that at the island, and then broke into his new shoes.  They fit perfectly and coordinate nicely with his Friday work outfit.

Finn showed me this picture he snapped on his drive over.  He was quite entertained with the “R”.

Clorinda thought she was super cool and hip on Friday afternoon as she prepared to head out for dialysis.  We’ll have to tease her about dressing up like a rock star to go there.

We enjoyed early walks on Saturday and Sunday, beating the usual summer heat.  Saturday was pretty quiet – catching up with friends on FaceTime.  We watched a movie, “Guest Artist”, written and starring Jeff Daniels, on Saturday evening.  Almost exclusively set in a railroad waiting room, this is a typically excellent Daniels performance.  All about a washed up, alcoholic playwright, who arrives in rural Idaho, without a play to perform.

Today we have reservations at iPic to see the new Top Gun movie.  We’ll let you know what we think next week.

We watched some episodes of a couple of streaming series this week.  Both are acting masterclasses.  “The Old Man”, starring Jeff Bridges and John Lithgow, is very good, with a lot of CIA cloak and dagger intrigue.  We look forward to new episodes each Friday.

This series had a few episodes with Amy Brenneman, one of the stars of the excellent NYPD Blue years ago.  It’s not clear if she’ll be involved in future episodes at this part in the story.  I can never remember her name, and just had to look it up again.  The conversation is typically:

K:  “That’s the lady from NYPD Blue with the long, curly hair.”

D:  “Yes, Amy Brenneman.”

K (5 mins later):  “What’s that lady’s name again?”

The second series is “Night Sky”, starring J.K. Simmons and Sissy Spacek.  The acting is again superb, while the story has more of a sci-fi component.  It’s early days yet, and we can’t really tell where the story is headed.  I can’t help but flash to “Whiplash” whenever I see J.K. Simmons – such a disturbing portrayal of a music teacher.

“The Club”, by Ellery Lloyd, was my first book this week.  Here’s the online synopsis:

“Envisioned as a luxurious home-away from-home for Very Important People, The Home Group is a collection of celebrity members clubs dotted across the globe, from London to Lisbon, Malibu to Manhattan, where the rich and famous can party hard and then crash out in its five-star suites, far from the prying eyes of fans and the media. 

The most spectacular and exclusive of all is Island Home—a sprawling, closely-guarded complex of faux-rustic guest cabins, spas, bars and restaurants just off the English coast. To mark its opening, Home’s mercurial CEO Ned Groom and his team have planned a glamorous three-day launch party, easily the most coveted A-list invite of the year.   

But behind the scenes, tensions are at breaking point. Years behind schedule and vastly over budget, the project has stretched a long-serving and long-suffering team to their limits. There’s Ned’s trusted PA, who has over decades maneuvered her way from coat-check girl to Home’s inner circle; Ned’s younger brother, who has sacrificed his marriage and morals to be Ned’s right-hand man; the Head of Membership keeping the world’s most spoiled and jaded individuals entertained using any means necessary; the Head of Housekeeping, who plays silent witness to the guests’ very worst excesses. All of them have something to hide—and that’s before the beautiful people with their own ugly secrets even set foot on the island. 

As tempers fray and behavior worsens, as things get more sinister by the hour and the body count piles up, some of Island Home’s members begin to wish they’d never RSVP’d at all. 

Because at this club, if your name’s on the list, you’re not getting out . . .”

This was a fast read and an engaging tale.  Certainly not great literature, but a fun caper nonetheless.  I couldn’t help relating the “Home” clubs to the SoHo house club that our CEO took me to in Austin.  His wife is a member, and these are clubs designed for artistic folks to come together – very exclusive.  They have them in major cities around the world.  I smiled when I read about Ellery Lloyd inside the back cover:

“Ellery Lloyd is the pseudonym for the London-based husband-and-wife writing team of Collette Lyons and Paul Vlitos.  Collette is a journalist and editor, the former content director of Elle (UK), and editorial director at Soho House.  She has written for the Guardian, The Telegraph, and The Sunday Times.  Paul is the author of two previous novels, “Welcome to the Working Week” and “Every Day is Like Sunday.”  He is the subject leader for English literature, film, and creative writing at the University of Surrey.”

It seems that Collette must have pulled a lot of her inspiration from her experiences at Soho House.

“Left on Tenth, A Second Chance at Life” by Delia Ephron was my next book.  She is the younger sister of Nora Ephron (“Sleepless in Seattle, “When Harry Met Sally”, “Silkwood”,…), and the book follows her life for four years from 2016 to 2020.

Here’s the online synopsis:

“Delia Ephron had struggled through several years of heartbreak. She’d lost her sister, Nora, and then her husband, Jerry, both to cancer. Several months after Jerry’s death, she decided to make one small change in her life—she shut down his landline, which crashed her internet. She ended up in Verizon hell.
 
She channeled her grief the best way she knew: by writing a New York Times op-ed. The piece caught the attention of Peter, a Bay Area psychiatrist, who emailed her to commiserate. Recently widowed himself, he reminded her that they had shared a few dates fifty-four years before, set up by Nora. Delia did not remember him, but after several weeks of exchanging emails and sixties folk songs, he flew east to see her. They were crazy, utterly, in love.
 
But this was not a rom-com: four months later she was diagnosed with AML, a fierce leukemia.
 
In Left on Tenth, Delia Ephron enchants as she seesaws us between tears and laughter, navigating the suicidal lows of enduring cutting-edge treatment and the giddy highs of a second chance at love. With Peter and her close girlfriends by her side, with startling clarity, warmth, and honesty about facing death, Ephron invites us to join her team of warriors and become believers ourselves.”

I loved this book and consumed it in a couple of days.  The varied style is fantastic: short chapters about mundane, daily life; the details of finding love in her 70s and how she feels about it; the torturous chapters about her battle with leukemia; emails to friends and family.  Just great writing throughout.  It really makes the reader want to go and live in the apartment building on Tenth Street in Greenwich Village, New York.  Highly recommended.

My last book was “This Time Tomorrow” by Emma Straub.  A little out of the ordinary for my picks, this one features time travel, but in a very compelling and compassionate way.  Here’s that the wonderful Ann Patchet says:

“The pages brim with tenderness and an appreciation for what we had and who we were. I could not have loved it more.”—Ann Patchett

The online synopsis:

“On the eve of her 40th birthday, Alice’s life isn’t terrible. She likes her job, even if it isn’t exactly the one she expected. She’s happy with her apartment, her romantic status, her independence, and she adores her lifelong best friend. But her father is ailing, and it feels to her as if something is missing. When she wakes up the next morning she finds herself back in 1996, reliving her 16th birthday. But it isn’t just her adolescent body that shocks her, or seeing her high school crush, it’s her dad:  the vital, charming, 40-something version of her father with whom she is reunited. Now armed with a new perspective on her own life and his, some past events take on new meaning. Is there anything that she would change if she could?”

It seems the title was at least somewhat inspired by the song by the Kinks – one of my favourite bands.  The song is quoted in the intro to the book.

Alice’s (main character) Dad is a big Kinks fan.

Prior to traveling back to her 16 year old birthday party, Alice works in a New York private school called Belvedere.  Here’s how Straub describes it:

“This one was for the eating-disordered overachievers, that one was for dummies with drug problems but rich parents.  There was the school for athletes and the school for tiny Brooks Brothers mannequins who would end up as CEOs, the school for well-rounded normies who would become lawyers, the school for artsy weirdos and for parents who wanted their kids to be artsy weirdos.  Belvedere had started in the 1970s on the Upper West Side, and so it had been full of socialists and hippies, but now, fifty years later, the moms at drop-off idled outside in their Teslas and the children were all on ADHD medication.”

A very enjoyable read overall, and a productive week of reading.

The new album from Goose, “Dripfield”, has been on heavy rotation this week.  It’s got everything I like, good songs, great musicianship and production, and a nice loose, jammy feel:

This very deep cut (I would bet there’s nobody else in McKinney familiar with this song) appeared on a playlist this week.  I love the lyrics and the brass band (Black Dyke Mills band):

That sent me off in search of some brass band tunes.  This one sounds good on a great sound system – those B flat bass bottom notes just resonating on:

And finally, something sublime from the Everly Brothers, from their 1960 album, “A Date with The Everly Brothers”.  Those close duo harmonies from Don and Phil always make me smile.  Seeing them play a few songs during a Simon and Garfunkel show was a live music highlight for me.

Coexist with kindness and compassion!