Tuesday, November 26, 2024
D+21
1865 "Alice in Wonderland" by Lewis Carroll was published in America
1941 Japanese naval carrier force left its base & moved east toward Pearl Harbor
1942 "Casablanca" starring Humphrey Bogart and Ingrid Bergman premiered at Hollywood Theater, NYC (Academy Awards Best Picture 1943)
In bed at 9:10, awake at 1:30, and up at 1:40, thinking of custard pie. Lilly showed up at 2:45 to be let out into the 27° air with brisk winds and wind chill of 8°. Then the pacing. Back to bed at 4:10 with a badly aching right kidney area, slept or helf-slept for an hour or more til 5:50. Lilly is sleeping in the TV room, or is she breathing? Sleeping
Prednisone, day 196, 7.5 mg., day 12. Prednisone at 5:55. My shoulders are hardly painful at 6 a.m. Custard pie around 7 and morning meds at 7:50.
Two years ago this date:
Memory Lane
Geri & I went to Whole Foods on the East side this afternoon. Drove over on Locust Street through Riverwest, past my old chiropractor's offices. Such an interesting neighborhood, working class, old frame single-family homes and duplexes, some apartment buildings, lots of young people, integrated, Through my old Lake Park neighborhood, down Downer where we used to shop at the original Sendik's, watch movies at the Downer, browse in the book store, haircuts at Linus Malarkey's, Coffee Trader before the era of Starbucks, Alterra, Collective. Returned via North Ave, Oriental Theater, von Trier's tavern, Ma Fischer's, Brewer's Hill, St. Francis of Assisi parish, Black Holocaust Museum, Garfield Avenue School now apartments, Judge Reynolds' school busing order, the North Avenue Reservoir and the weeping mulberry, my enjoyable drawing lessons in the teacher's attic, memories everywhere I turn. A long adult life lived in this city, so changed in the 63 years since I arrived, barely 18, starting a new life in the new city. How much have I changed in that time? how little?
Emily Dickinson
In this short Life that only lasts an hour
How much - how little - is within our power
LTMW and enjoying a very busy day at the bird feeders with 'all the usual suspects', chickadees, goldfinches, house finches, English sparrows, song sparrows (or pine siskins?), red breasted and white breasted nuthatchs, downey and red-bellied woodpeckers. slate colored juncos, no doves yet. I was surprised at the clearly aggressive behavior of a white breasted nuthatch toward other birds wanting to feed on the sunflower tube, threatening wing spreading. I also was surprised that the gray squirrels can get to the suet cakes and tube feeder by climbing up the nearby shepherd's crook and leaping across to the the crook with the suet and tube feeder, quite a feat of athleticism, agility, and balance. The neighborhood goldfinches have consumed fully half of the tiny niger seeds in the new tube feeder. Along County Line Road, the robins have been feasting on the berry trees.
Mishap. While dressing after my shower, I put on a sweatshirt and knocked off the continuous glucose monitor on my arm, 5 days before its expiration. Rats!
Let the Sunshine In I watched the last half of this Claire Denis movie with Juliet Binoche. I've admired her work since The Unbearable Lightness of Being and think of her as like the great Michael Caine, but this movie doesn't do much for me. Binoche plays a middle aged, divorced painter/artist in relationships with several men, none of whom is satisfactory. I suspect it reasonably accurately reflects the very real plight of women trying to find a male mate who is broadly acceptable or satisfactory, if not satisfying. Though I didn't much enjoy the ploy, I always enjoy watching her act.
A trip to Sendik's two days before Thanksgiving. I went to get some sugar, some bananas, and a couple Pink Lady apples that Geri needs to pie-making. There were hardly any spots available in the parking lot and the store was crowded but no long wait to check out. Then I went to Wild Birds Unlimited, or 'Birds R' Us', and picked up a couple cakes of suet, one of which I put in a holder on the shepherd's crook when I got back home.
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