Because I am a stupid person, yesterday I did exactly what everyone who knows me told me not to do: I pushed myself way too hard on my first day of feeling better, and today I feel much worse. So. Lesson learned. Don’t say you can’t teach an old dog etc. This old dog is mighty sorry and back in bed. Which because there’s a snowstorm today is a very good place to be.
Should not have stayed up to watch SNL, but it’s so much fun with Sam. But in any case, only lasted half an hour. Finally, it’s not funny any more. The whole thing – we are laughing because we have to laugh and because brilliant comics are on the job, but these horrible people and situations they’re satirizing are so not funny that it hurts.
I had a brief moment of sheer joy yesterday evening – Randy Bachman’s Vinyl Tap on CBC radio was about, be still my beating heart, the Two Pauls: McCartney and Simon. Does it get better than that? He played greatest hits from them both – yes, more from Simon, and incomprehensibly he ended with the dirge-like Mull of Kintyre, but before that, I had a great time, could not stop dancing with headphones on. Which is what my son saw when he walked into the house – his mother dancing, in silence, with headphones, in the kitchen. So he filmed it and my reaction when I realized he was there filming – yes, there was an expletive – and posted it (with my permission) on FB.
So far, 100 people have liked it. I am in my schlubbiest old clothes and slippers, with pneumonia, for my great moment of internet fame.
Oh, and congratulations to my colleague, writer Glenn Dixon, one of the head honchos of the Creative Non-fiction Collective of which I’m a member. His new memoir “Juliet’s Answer,” besides getting great reviews, was featured on the FRONT PAGE of the Star today as a tie-in to Valentine’s Day. Most writers can only dream of such attention. Way to go, Glenn! See you at this year’s conference in Vancouver at the beginning of May.
May. What means this word? She said, looking out the window at the falling snow.