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“Wild nights are my glory!”

September 3, 2016

My reason for being late today is a good one. I have been watching Yongary, a 1967 monster movie made in Korea. It was so bad I couldn’t tear myself away. I’ll give you some wonderful examples. The hero is summoned from the first night of his honeymoon to man a capsule into space. His woe begotten wife shows up in the control room where her father is in charge. She is wearing what I figured was formal control room dress: beaded gloves, a hat and a lovely dress. When her husband lands the capsule, she is wearing a different dress, no hat and no gloves. I guess the dress code for safe landings is much less formal. All through the movie she walks in on secret meetings as if she owned the place. The monster shoots fire. Every time he spews flames, the camera goes to his mouth, and you can see the pipe. The sets are obviously models as are the tanks and cars. In one scene a man opens his mouth in horror and puts his hands in front of his face. The next scene is the car going over a cliff and bursting into flames. You never find out why. The townspeople are told to evacuate as the monster is coming. Most are carrying what I assumed were valuable possessions yet one guy carried a dented table globe. A main character is a small boy who precipitates critical plot lines. He even dances with the monster. He twists. The monster just moves his hips and arms. At the end of the movie, despite his dancing skills, the monster is killed. There is a huge celebration but I couldn’t read the banner. It was in Korean. Newspaper men are talking to the boy and ask his age. He says about 8. What kid doesn’t know how old he is? After every question, there is that silly laughter Japanese movies also seem to have. Just think. I spent an hour and forty minutes watching this awful movie, and I’d do it again.

The MGM channel, which showed Yongary, has wonderful films for the whole afternoon. On now is an updated She, then Contamination 7 starring no one I’ve ever heard of and then Tentacles starring a giant octopus.

Last night was chilly. The house was only 63˚ when I woke up. When I got the papers, I could tell the breeze was off the ocean. It has a different feel about it. Today will be in the mid 70’s. Tonight is movie night. We’re watching another black and white movie from the 50’s, The Deadly Mantis. I’m thinking the title gives the plot away. The menu for the evening is Chinese appetizers then candy and popcorn for movie viewing. It will be in the mid 60’s so I’m figuring it’ll be sweatshirt weather.

Tomorrow will be batten down the hatches day. We’ll have 35 mph winds, but there is also a threat for strong tropical storm force winds of 58 to 73 mph. I’ll have to move plants off the deck rail, close the umbrella and remove the feeders. It will rain but only about an inch. It seems like a lot of work for a  storm which could fizzle, but I don’t want to press my luck.

“Strangely enough, I really think that shoes are a communication tool between people.”

October 25, 2013

My Red Sox lost last night done in by their own errors just as St. Louis had been in the first game. The next game isn’t until tomorrow, in St. Louis. Peavy is pitching for the Sox which makes me a bit nervous. His last outing was horrific.

The house was cold when I woke up this morning so I turned on the heat. Now it is nice and cozy. Last night must have been chilly as Fern and Gracie were huddled beside me on the down comforter. Maddie was asleep in the guest room, her favorite spot. Now all three animals are having their morning naps. Such a life each of them lives!

When I was young, all my every day shoes had laces while my dress-up shoes had buckles. In high school, the school uniform included black loafers, no dimes. I liked loafers, and when I was much older, I had a couple of pairs. One was black and the other cordovan. They were always stiff at first then they’d get really loose the more they were worn. By the time they had fulfilled their usefulness, they were as loose as slippers. My school loafers  periodically needed new heels and soles so my dad would bring them to the cobbler in the square. In the meantime, I’d wear old loafers saved for such shoe repair emergencies. My dad would polish them for me. He used Kiwi polish, and the first thing he did was spit in the can to moisten the hard, dry polish. He always used the same rag to polish the shoes, and it was covered in brown and black stains. After the shoes were polished, they were left to dry, in pairs, then my dad would brush them so much they shined almost like new. His shoe polishing supplies were in the drawer to the left of the sink. Sometimes when I’d go to visit, he’d have me get his supplies so he could polish my shoes. I always loved that. It was a wonderful Dad thing. After he was finished, there was a little ritual. He’d hold up my shoes and ask me if they didn’t look like new. I always said they did, and I didn’t lie.