It’s been my contention for some time now that the people you should care the most about are your family, your friends, your neighbors, the people you work with, and the people you go to church with. Not that you shouldn’t care about others besides that, but you have plenty on your plate with these. If each person were to focus on these five groups, gradually everyone would be covered.
I was going to say a lot more, but then I decided to leave it at that.
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Remember the TV show Family Matters, that ran for nine seasns, from 1989 to 1998? One of the more humorous characters was Steve Urkel, the annoying boy next door who had a crush on the Winslow family’s daughter, Laura. Anyway, at first he was just a pest, showing up out of nowhere and overstaying his welcome, as in this clip…
The look of horror on Telma Hopkins’s face is priceless.
I joke that Mary’s contribution to haute cuisine is cheese. Sometimes it seems like she puts it in everything. But that’s okay, I love her and everything usually comes out okay, and hey, I can’t cook anymore so I don’t complain.
I’m not one of those "adventures in fine cheese" people. My favorite kinds are Cheddar and American, but I can tolerate any kind that isn’t smelly or have bugs or mold in it. That eliminates casu martzu, a popular cheese on the island of Sardinia that literally has maggots in it, Roquefort or blue cheese, and Limburger, notorious for its strong and some would say foul odor. My stepfather, God rest his soul, loved it. I can remember him sitting in the kitchen with a can of beer, a few saltines, and a small pack of Limburger. He was in heaven. He had more than a little German ancestry and loved stuff like that. We used to meet at The Berghoff Restaurant in downtown Chicago, and he’d have pork shanks and sauerkraut.
I miss those lunches…
Linda Hill chose "cheese" for the JusJoJan prompt today.
"The sky’s the limit" prompted me to look up through the skylights in the living room, but I didn’t see much, because it’s overcast. So the limit today is 1600 feet (I checked the National Weather Service) or about 487 meters (I checked Siri for all you metric fans out there).
I kind of like the picture above, because it looks like the slide they used to put up on TV when there was a rain delay during a baseball game. Kind of like this…
Too bad it’s cloudy, because on a clear day, you can see forever. Hey, that would make a pretty good song title. Maybe I could get Barbra Streisand to sing it…
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Now a word about Newport cigarettes. Newport smokes fresher than any other menthol cigarette!
The clock on the computer just showed 0:00, meaning that the ordeal of 2020 is finally over. Of course, the chances are better than average that we’ll continue under the spectre of Covid-19 for a while, but whatever the case, we have a whole new year to deal with that.
Thanks to all of you that read the blog this year and left likes and comments. I appreciate all of you.
Country music legend Little Jimmy Dickens would have celebrated his 100th birthday today. He was best known for his novelty songs, like "May The Bird Of Paradise Fly Up Your Nose," which hit the top of the Country chart and #15 on the Hot 100 in 1965. It was the title track from his 1965 album, which reached #4 on the Country albums chart.