Caretaking

 Well happy Saturday, dear reader(s), today I’m heading over to mom’s to bring our little Covid patient some tests and her chicken salad with grapes from Kroger. I’m tempted to bring her some cookies too, but she’s so rigid in her eating, she may just throw those out, so I’ll just stick with what she asked me to get. I’m fairly certain mom has made it through getting Covid, which relieves me immensely. I’m remembering back three years ago when mom had that strange “pneumonia” and I had to call the squad to get her to Mt. Carmel East—that tough old bird of ours, she made it through, God bless mom (and me for that matter). Classical 101 is playing tear jerkers this morning, but I’m not going to cry…the Risperdal I’m on effectively prevents that anyway, so I guess Michael doesn’t need to worry.

Why is everyone crying all over the place, the sun is out today, who’s dying now, I’d like to look at it as who’s being born today—a little Basset pup, who might come join Lily? Why are they inserting politics on Classical 101, who is financing their donations now, George Soros? Guess I may have to file a FOIA request to see who’s been donating to the station, though I’m pretty sure it’s the usual suspects, smoking pipes in the SNL Green Room.

Sucks to be smart, sucks to be always looking around, sucks to have a long-term memory that’s come back (though the short-term is under lock and key by the high levels of Risperdal). All I know is I need more than crushed beer cans to do my art, wish Rumpke could cough up some more jewels for me. Where are the light bulb sleeves, where are the Yoo Hoo bottles, where are the children’s toys (Jacks and red rubber balls preferred). Hell, are they still making Pick Up Sticks, who knows, if I had money I’d peruse a toy store (if they aren’t all bankrupt). Nope, when you’ve got no money you gotta take what the streets give you, and I definitely wish I had more to work with.

Yes, Classical 101 is getting ready for the Oscar’s, what’s liberal Hollywood’s agenda this year, is it Year of the Woman (mistake), or did they get it right and sound the alarm that young white males in this country are entirely lost and alienated, thanks to Hollywood itself? And maybe we point the finger at Hollywood, who in my unabashed opinion needs to thoroughly clean house (and toss more coin into efforts to recruit bright minds into civil service). Where’s George Lucas when you need him, why has Spielberg got Williams in his pocket, guess I’ll begrudgingly watch the Oscar’s looking for a clue, but don’t ask me to watch “Tar.” Too close to the bone, and careful, this sleeping dog may bite.

No, I think the only movie I want to see is the Affleck/Damon number about Air Jordan’s, I want to see why Michael and Ye are so entranced, bring on the Boy Toys, let’s see what that’s all about. I hope the movie is showing at the old AMC Lennox, and we can grab a bite at Alladin’s in Grandview after the show. Maybe Michael will let me get some popcorn, but probably not. Oh well, such is the life of a Gentleman’s Casino wife.

OK that’s all for today. Final tip: If you want to see a great Spielberg film, check out “1941.” It got canned but I absolutely loved it. Catch you down the road.