Monday, March 30, 2015
So I'm still, mostly, stuck at home, and with the time not spent entertaining Rick the Physical Therapist, exercising to "Pee-Wee's Playhouse" (my current routine being conveniently the length of one episode), or catching up on old movies and new TV, I'm spending far too much time on the Interwebs. It's got me thinking.
Sunday, March 29, 2015
Sometimes the depth of what I don't know really startles me. How, for example, could I never have heard of Folies Bergère de Paris, a nifty little confection from 1935 that ends with this remarkable number?
Wednesday, March 25, 2015
For no particularly good reason other than I must be on the mend, as eye candy is once again appealing, Mr. Elliott Gould, once upon a time. I don't know about you, but I'm intrigued; say what you will, Babs has good taste in more than just music...
Monday, March 23, 2015
Friday, March 20, 2015
I'm just going to let dear Miss Durbin (looking uncharacteristically sultry - she is rocking that Vera West gown) sing us into the new season. Which started, this morning, with snow. Bother.
Wednesday, March 11, 2015
Bonus points to the clever Gentle Readers who know for
what poem this charming illo was originally intended...
So it seems I'm getting better. I won't say it's all been roses, but from the beginning one is told over and over again that every day brings a little improvement, and on the whole that's proving true. The mental and physical fog that follows the sort of things I've been through is lifting, and my convalescence, as of this week, is heading in new directions.