Scout Finch

How much would it be to ask him what the hell he was thinking when he got it?

Nice non-apology there, David: "I'm sorry if I hurt you." Me, several times during the reunion: "Please get over yourself and shut the hell up, Payton! You are not all that, even without those fugly glasses."

Damn. She looked so much better before.

I can almost hear Keith Morrison's narration!

I'm one of those rare people who can only recall a couple of times that I had obvious side effects from a medication and had to stop taking it. Don't know if it's a good or bad thing that I can apparently take any drug! Vicodin also has the opposite effect where instead of making me sleepy it makes me more awake and alert. It was the same for my dad. After hearing people like my 73-year-old aunt who has had chronic insomnia her life and has allegedly "tried everything!" but can't deal with the side effects she apparently gets from every single one, my feeling is that one needs to weigh the side effects--not talking serious ones just ones like my aunt complaining that one gave her non-migraine headaches--in contrast to how much worse what you're taking it for is. I've become particularly sensitive to ads for things such as mesothelioma and Parkinson's medication because I've lost one of my closest friends to the former and my mom two months ago to the latter. My pissed-off response is, "Well, it's a little late now!" On a lighter note, I can't help but think that some of the side effects of Chantix--mood changes including irritability, hostility, and depression--are just the result of wanting a damn cigarette already!

All the posts from people who married late give hope to me my friend who is 56, and has never been engaged, or even had a long-term or live-in relationship. 😞

Between Lacey and her father I don't think those kids have much of a chance. 😩

Cheryl: Bonnie and Clyde had fights. Me: And died in a hail of bullets.

I just read up on this place, and how it came to be and continues is fascinating. I also now think Cheryl is an idiot for passing on this awesome Bishop Castle feature, which would have had my dorky self seriously contemplating the ceremonies-only venue: "The dragon was completed in the spring and Jim hauled it up the mountain to tackle the daunting task of raising and installing this incredible sculpture to where it rests today perched off of the front of the Grand Ballroom eighty feet in the air! Later on came the addition of a burner from a hot air balloon which Jim put in the back of the dragons throat, making it a true Fire Breathing Dragon!"

Person of Interest is excellent, and I particularly loved the last couple of seasons where the four damaged loners became a little dysfunctional group, even though they didn't consider each other as friends in the traditional sense of the word. It's also another instance of a show where I despised a character (Root) for the majority of the series and then ended up really liking her. I wouldn't bother with Lost anyway. It ended up just becoming a big mess although Emerson was always excellent.

The extent of my Catholic background was being baptized one and having to go to midnight mass on Christmas Eve when I was growing up (which also happened to be the extent of my mother's churchgoing as a result of having had to attend Catholic schools). However, even with my limited experience and radical views that I would long ago have been excommunicated for, I like to think that there's nothing I couldn't conquer with some holy water and a cross! I am very easily scared so have to look away from this show at times! The only reason I started watching it is because of Michael Emerson. His acting won me over after I spent most of Lost despising his character, Benjamin Linus, until he became a battered hostage and I ended up feeling so sorry for the inhumane way he was being treated. Emerson is also why I started watching Person of Interest.

I really hope part of the standard equipment issued to the crew is air filtration masks for the post-coitus scenes, especially in Angela's small room where no doubt the cigarette smoke added to the unpleasantness. During Lizzy and Daniel's morning-after scene I kept focusing on the decorative pillows on the bed and thinking about how those probably aren't cleaned any regularly than the comforter. (Any idea what the protocol for bed linens would be in an upscale hotel in Italy? I am A friend is going to Pompeii in January.)

Say it ain't so! If those two crazy kids couldn't make it, what chance do the rest of us have?

My passport renewal photo from two weeks ago. I just turned 56.🙂

I recently bought a used hardbound copy of Charlotte Rae's autobiography off Amazon, hoping to read more about her time on Diff'rent Strokes and The Facts of Life. Because of her long career there weren't that many pages about them. However, what makes the book really special is that when I opened it I discovered that it was autographed! The seller hadn't mentioned it in the description. It appears to be from a book signing.

Great...more shows I don't have to time to watch! I must have at least 75 hours of unwatched shows on my TiVo but still detoured off to watch Fargo om Amazon Prime because I adore Allison Tolman. THAT had to be put on hold over the weekend due to the free HBO preview on Comcast which ends tonight, so I'd better get back to watching the last two Westworld Season 2 episodes!

My mom ended up dying back on September 26th. What I didn't know is that even though she only had the slightest touch of dementia, a UTI can speed up the deterioration almost overnight! The first week I started looking for adult foster care down there (five hours away) and the following week I realized, duh, I should bring her up here and find foster home for her (she couldn't handle the stairs in my place). Briefly went home for about 48 hours to get more clothes, medications, and look at a couple of places for her. By the time I got back she was really out of it and was combative and paranoid that week. However, there was enough consciousness that she chose to die and when I got back she had stopped eating and drinking that day. I knew how miserable she had been about the severe physical deterioration of her body. Weirdly, I had finally been able to tell her a month and a half before that if it got to be too much I didn't want her to keep hanging on for me, which she had said she was a few times in the last year. So that third week it was just waiting. She had stopped eating and drinking on a Saturday but didn't pass away until the following Thursday. It wasn't so easy when I was actually in that situation to let her go but she was SO miserable and in pain that I had to keep telling her it was okay. When the emotion would build up too much--and I never let her hear me sobbing because I didn't want her to feel at all burdened--I would go out to my car and scream several times. I spent every night in the hospital that last week. I should be glad that I am dealing with it better than I thought I would--and overall I am--but it's also rather disconcerting. For YEARS I've been saying losing her was my biggest fear and I would even start crying just thinking about it. I've also thought that one of two things would happen: I'd have a mental breakdown and never fully recover or I'd kill myself because I didn't want to live without her. I know how incredibly strong I am but I thought this is the one thing that would break me. I did plan to kill myself when she was in the final hours but the absurdity of my plan made me laugh because I am too responsible: "okay, I can't do it right away because I need to go through her things and take care of the house and that will take a while, and then I need to home and go through all my things and figure out who should get what because I don't want to leave a hassle for my friends. Plus, find a new home for the cats (which is the one thing that would give me pause because they are lifelong family members to me)...so it's going to take several months and then I can commit suicide." Of course, after that length of time I'd be a lot more adjusted to the new normal and no longer wanted to. Still, it can be hard to deal with the simple fact that I don't want to be without her. One line kept popping into my head that last week because I had watched The Lord of the Rings trilogy for the umpteenth time for comfort and it was Samwise's plea to "Don't go where I can't follow!" and that was fit so well. I was so torn that last week...I wanted it to be over finally, and yet I could still touch her and see her and couldn't bear the thought that soon I couldn't. It's been a month now but it didn't even dawn on me until three days ago as to why I've been dealing with it so much better than I ever imagined. I've been SO sure all this time of what would most likely happen but when it did...my world didn't go off its axis. Also, although she made the choice to die, I also made that choice for her to die and had the hospital staff just do comfort care that last week. I loved her so much that I didn't want her to suffer like my dad did before he died in 2016 (he was in critical care after a car accident for three months and kept being expected to make it until someone FINALLY was honest with me, and then he died about a week after. He was mainly unconscious through most of it but it still breaks my heart that he had to suffer even a minute of those three months!). I'm an only child, too, so everything has fallen on me. I still can't guarantee how I'll ultimately do...am dreading fall and winter because of the early darkness and cold, which will put me in an unhealthy mood. When I'm not at work I'm alone the majority of the time and normally don't mind at all But I know that right now I need to push myself out of the house and be with people. At least I'm also covered through the middle of winter because of a trip partway through. My mom had a large amount of savings in cash hidden in a safe on her property and was adamant that I have it when she first went into the hospital. I found an inexpensive archaeological tour company and booked a dream trip to see prehistoric cave art in Southern France. The sophistication of the paintings has always taken my breath away! But that's not until next June so I was also looking at their cheaper off-season "bare bones tours" and decided to go on the Pompeii tour in January. After I sent links to my trips to my best friend, who lives in another state, she asked if I would mind if she also went on the Pompeii tour. Of course not!! Then, her mom, who was widowed back in March--and lives near me and I socialize with--said it sounded like fun, so she's going, too! I know I'll be fine come June with people I don't know on that tour because we'll all be so passionate about the art, but it will make me feel better in January for the first trip to have some friends as part of the tour. Sorry for the novel!

Not to be greedy but I think an origin story about Gus would be fascinating! While I would also like more Skinny Pete and Badger's Excellent Adventures, the material for a storyline is probably pretty limited. Of course, I initially thought that about a Saul Goodman spin-off because I didn't find the character all that interesting on Breaking Bad. However, it took no time at all from the first episode of Better Call Saul to remember that Vince Gilligan is a genius and wouldn't let me down!

I was just telling a friend at a restaurant on Saturday where there was a baby two tables away that that's one of my least favorite sounds, and that the happy ear-piercing squeals also bother my sensitive hearing. I read something about how when women hear a baby cry even when it's not their own they automatically want to comfort it. Yeah, no, I just want to get the heck away as fast as I can. Baby animals, yay! Baby humans, not so much. Having said that, even I would get pissed off from the vapid over-stimulation of the music class! I really doubt even getting there early would have made any difference once the cacophony started.

He was so nonchalant about his uncle and crew being wiped out by machine gun fire in the clubhouse ("So, that happened...") and then kind of shocked when Jesse started strangling him. Of course, after El Camino I can now view it as him assuming that Jesse was still an obedient "pal."

Is Cheryl aware that Bonnie and Clyde met with a bloody end?

I don't know if there's one planned but I had absolutely no interest in a Sandra's wedding episode. However, now that I know she's going to walk down the aisle to "The Hamster Dance," I NEED one!

Sheridan IS only an hour or so from me so that's why I was wondering if he had been extradited later.

Why? Why? Why do I forget that I shouldn't try to eat dinner while watching this?! Especially during Alex and Glorietta's post-coital nudge nudge wink wink. I'm confused about where Tony was. Angela's in Granada, Mississippi, supposedly five hours from where he's being held. However, during his prison talking head the location text said that he was in Sheridan, Oregon. Which is a hell of a lot farther away than five hours.

Priorities, bitch!