My Florida sister came “home” last week. Her husband’s class reunion was Friday and Saturday in the small Minnesota town where he’d grown up so he went that way and she reconnected with family in the cities. This sister and I are 10 years apart. I’m the oldest of five. She’s the youngest. While I might have been described as cute long ago, she’s still darling. Pretty, too. I have no fashion sense; she always wears the right thing and makes it look effortless. It was just the two of us and my husband at our house this time.
When film critic and Pulitzer Prize winner Roger Ebert died last year, I was inspired to learn more about him. I promptly ordered his memoir, “Life Itself.” Unfortunately, life, or something, got in the way.
Thanks to cable TV, which doesn’t follow the networks’ fall-to-spring schedule, there are some new police dramas to watch at this time of year. I love police shows. “Major Crimes,” a favorite of mine, began its new season last month on TNT. Following the first episode, the network premiered a new police show created by Steven Bochco, the man who brought “Hill Street Blues” to the small screen in 1981. That was enough for me to want to watch “Murder in the First.” I like it. It’s believable and that’s my criteria for this type of entertainment.
Anxiety and I have walked hand-in-hand for as long as I can remember. No one would have pegged me as a worrisome child but there were nights when I was wide awake in bed clutching my stomach because the ache of an upcoming piano recital or grade school program was too much to bear. I never woke my parents or my year-younger sister who shared a bedroom with me so they never knew what a Nervous Nellie I was. My friends didn’t, either.
When someone is oblivious to the obvious, unaware of something that’s been highly publicized or touted we might ask if the person has been living under a rock. That’s what I wondered about myself last Saturday after my husband and I finished watching the movie, “Goodfellas.” What had I been doing the last 24 years that I never watched a film dubbed one of the best ever?
Every month I check out websites that list holidays and celebrations for the upcoming time period. That’s how I learned both Father’s Day and Smile Power Day fall on June 15 this year.
Our power went out last weekend. Word around the neighborhood is that a car hit a utility pole. It happened in the middle of the night but I was awake. Had been for a couple of hours when I heard a loud thud. It could have been the accident but, at the time, I thought it was the newspaper carrier. He’s early, I thought. Minutes later, I heard a beep and the dot of light disappeared from the smoke detector just inside the bedroom door. The green numbers on the clock radio went dark.
Many years ago, I saw a sign that read, “If you can read this, thank a teacher.” I could read it but did nothing about it. In fact, I never gave it another thought. Until recently, that is, when I learned May is Teacher Appreciation Month. I attended Catholic grade schools and high schools that were staffed mainly by nuns. Tough educators, one and all. Not above knuckle-rapping with a ruler or pulling a student out of the classroom by his ear. Some lectured with a barbed-wire tongue.
Okay, I admit it: I have a crush on a man who is not my husband. Whenever I see this “other man,” and exclaim, “Be still my heart,” my husband doesn’t get angry. Doesn’t bother to shake his head, roll his eyes or express dismay. He’s accepted the truth: I have a thing for actor Chris Noth. Noth is the hunk of burning love who starred as Detective Mike Logan on the first five seasons of the original “Law & Order.” He played Mr.
My column last week was about my cousin’s pet project — the family newsletter. Two to three times a year a questionnaire is sent to family members. Many inquiries take us back in time. Some ask about celebrations for an upcoming holiday or, if summer is nearing, vacation plans. The most recent survey centered on spring but included three brain-twisters that had me thinking so hard my head hurt.