Posted on 08/04/2019 3:10:14 PM PDT by Vision
Friends it's Sunday night again and time to relax. Warm up the tubes for another 4 hours of classic radio Americana.
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7 p.m. Yours Truly, Johnny Dollar
“The Boron 112 Matter” (Original air date January 12, 1958. CBS network) (Running time 19:18)
7:20 p.m. Superman
Episode 5 of 6 “The Invisible Man” (Original air date November 20, 1940. WOR station) (Running time 11:32)
7:35 p.m. The Fleischmann Yeast Hour presents Harlem Hour
(Original air date April 16, 1937. NBC network) (Running time 5:19)
7:40 p.m. The Standard School Broadcast
“A Music Map of America”(Original air date March 2, 1950. NBC network) (Running time 13:04)
8:00 p.m. Gunsmoke
“The Square Triangle” (Original air date November 14, 1952. CBS network) (Running time 28:25)
8:30 p.m. Dragnet
“The Big Chet” (Original air date April 5, 1953. Program #198. NBC network) (Running time 24:59)
9:00 p.m. The Texaco Star Theatre
(Original air date January 23, 1944. CBS network) (Running time 25:36)
9:25 p.m. The Bing Crosby Show
(Original air date January 25, 1950. CBS network) (Running time 27:09
9:55 p.m. The Cavalcade of America
(Original air date June 2, 1941. NBC network) (Running time 29:00)
10:25 p.m. The New Adventures of Nero Wolfe
“The Case of the Calculated Risk” (Original air date January 19, 1951. NBC network) (Running time 28:31)
Happy Sunday all...
Good variety tonight with a fun ending...The Fleischmann Yeast Hour presents Harlem Hour is interesting...don’t know what to expect of the Texaco Star Theatre...loving The Bing Crosby Show...it’s anybody’s guess on The Cavalcade of America...and ending with Nero Wolfe (the fat man) should be good...
How are you?
Evening, folks.
Hi, Guys! How YOU doin’? :-)
A beautiful week is an excellent thing. I’m glad you had one, Vision. :-)
We got a bunch of stuff done this weekend, since Keith and I both had Saturday off (and Sunday). One thing: I’ve been pressure washing the driveway, and we got the front sidewalk done. Less than half the driveway is left, and hopefully I’ll get it done in the next day or so.
Me, too! It’s magically clean! :-D
It’s refreshing.
Then, with 48 hours' notice, I get a ten line, run-on e-mail from my step-daughter about them needing to pleasepleaseplease let us stay here for a month or so until they can get a house because her husband got laid off in Birmingham (like we didn't see that coming) and they're desperate and they'll clean and help with the housework and repairs and the kids will be quiet and they'll buy the food and............😠😠😠😠😠😠😠😠😠😠😠😠😠 Like I had a frigging say in it. It was a done deal before I was even clued in. The e-mail was a CYA formality. All the work I'd put in here over the summer, and now my porch is cluttered with patio chairs, computer monitors, house plants, and game pads, someone is using a tin bucket as a stinky ashtray, I have a dozen old fishing rods propped against my garage door, a Big Green Egg blocking my pedestrian door, three dressers clogging my Wild Kingdom Room, piles of laundry in the laundry room after it took us two hours to finally get that all hung and put away, and I haven't even looked out back by the pool yet. Plus, all the work I'd been doing piecemeal to clean and organize the garage is shot to hell. It looks like a rummage sale out there. They put their fridge out there, so the garage door is opening and slamming shut every five minutes. I'm about to take a 2"x 4" and nail that 🤬 shut permanently. My son-in-law swears the rest of it is going into storage Tuesday, and he'll help with any work that needs to be done around here. I told Connie that if I find one dish in the sink, one toy underfoot, one spill on any of the furniture, food baked onto a stove burner, or so much as an unflushed toilet here, the one thing they'll be thinking as they drive away is, 'We should have taken him seriously.' Homey don't play dat. The granddaughter has already been clawed twice after she was told that the pets are not squeaky toys. And Speedy T. Cat hasn't left the den here since yesterday, and probably won't until Halloween now, he's so perturbed. Connie suggested last month that I drive up and spend a couple weeks with my buddy in Virginia. He's a widower, and spends most of his free time sitting on a stool at a local brewhouse. (I plan on contacting the owner to see if I can have a brass plaque mounted on the seat that says, 'Norm'.) I told her that going would be a bad idea, because I may come back driving a big U-Haul to pack my belongings, and the last thing she'll see besides my tail lights will be a sign in the yard that says, FOR SALE - COLDWELL BANKER.
You see, we've been brothers for over forty years. He has a nice boat. And likes fishing and beer, too. How was your week?
Dang, Viking! Sucks to be you!
Seriously, though, I’m sorry you have the walker-health thing and the imposing family at your house. I hope it gets much better quickly, and for your kitties, too. I know how cats also HATE strangers in the house, especially ham-handed ones.
No, I don’t see myself using a walker. I think it would be more of a hindrance than a help, honestly. On the occasions that I do fall, a walker would be of no help to me; in fact, I could see me dinging myself up even worse. They’re situations were where a walker wouldn’t physically fit the surroundings to prevent my own big feet getting tangled up together or losing my balance from the neuropathy. Put me on a level surface, I may move slow, but I can get from Point A to Point B, as long as I can stop every hundred feet or so. Like grocery shopping: I have my hands on the cart handle. I don’t need a walker or one of those robo-scooters. As long as I can take it at my own pace, I do OK. But my feet will get tired after a fashion. Not a lot of fun for a guy who used to walk a mile on a mezzanine track before getting on a treadmill not so many years ago. The Marlin Perkins Wild Kingdom Room is one of the spare bedrooms where I set up 29 and 110 gallon freshwater aquariums, multiple tropical plants, Mother-In-Law Tongue, a Hawaiian forest Ti plant about 3’x 3’ that I started from a bare stalk 28 years ago, as well as several dwarf fruit trees (Key lime, two varieties of orange, and Meyer lemon). The Ti plant went through the fire, and was one of a thousand things I cried over when I saw the damage done. It was on the porch outside, but got burned to the dirt, and the pot was melted. I moved the root ball into a small container, and lo and behold, it re-sprouted, and now it’s a full three feet tall again. It’s still a work in progress - I really want to finish it with wicker furniture - but it’s my designated ‘Zen’ room in the house. Peaceful. Quiet. But alive and breathing. A place to read a book and let the whole room push back at the world. No computers. Maybe an ambient sound generator in the corner.
That’s cool. You have fruit trees inside? Surprising that works and or doesn’t produce bugs.
Well, to a four year old, they’re all soft, warm, and cuddly, especially Runt Runt, the micro-cat. They’re like Tribbles. Thing is, Runt Runt compensates for her (lack of) size with her own defensive mechanism. She’s like a small nuclear bomb. Approach her the wrong way, she goes full Tasmanian Devil on you. A whirling dervish of claws and teeth. None of the other cats mess with her. They know better. Connie and I are the only ones who can touch her with impunity. Everyone else sees justice meted out and it usually involves scratches, pain, and possible bloodshed. LOLOL!
HAHAHAHA!!! Yep! I understand.
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