Recently I re-watched some favorite movies: Dazed and Confused, and the film featuring the line that comprises the title to this post. (Anyone know what movie it’s from?) Also, for the first time ever, I saw High Anxiety, directed by and starring Mel Brooks. Only Christopher Guest comes close to making these kinds of movies today. And wasn’t Madeline Kahn just gorgeous and amazingly talented? So sad she’s gone.
Other tidbits from the weekend:
I visited my grandmother at her assisted living facility on Sunday. It was family day, so Sunshine the Clown was there, tying balloon animals for the kiddies who ran around leaping and shouting and collectively inspiring me to think on the ride home, “I am never doing something like this hungover EVER. AGAIN.”
At the nursing home, we noticed an omnipresent dinging doorbell. It was soft—very nearly background music—and it was endless. We ultimately concluded that it was either a) designed to notify staff if any of the residents attempt an escape through one of the official entrances or exits; or, b) the signal that someone had fallen and needed help getting off their bathroom floor. In fact, that’s exactly what my mom said as we surveyed the buffet table: “Oh, it’s probably just someone who fell down or something.”
Now let’s eat!
Speaking of eating, I had a lovely conversation with a dear friend tonight, and the subject of “mucoid plaque” came up. Go ahead, Google it! What a fantastic diet aid. Why, I don’t think I’ll be feeling hungry for days, after the photos I just saw.
PS: the real names from my previous post? Nosmo King (an inmate), and Terri Herre.