Wow
Still haven't had time to watch
all of Obama's speech at one sitting, but I've seen a highlight reel now. I am impressed by the size and brassy nature of his testicles. Candidates aren't supposed to be
honest. What the hell was he thinking?
Talk about raising the bar.
I have been informed ...
... by various people lately that I need to blog more. It's hard for me to imagine why this should be important to anyone, but I'll try. Of course, "blogging more" is relative; given how little I've been blogging, this post really should get me a pass for at least three weeks.
Emma and I drove down to St. Peter yesterday to see
Klund and his son Koleman starring in the St. Peter Area Children's Theatre production of "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory". When I say "starring", I mean it; Klund played Willie Wonka and Koleman played Charlie. It kind of surprised me that the Oompah Loompahs didn't consist of the rest of the Lund brood, since there are certainly enough of them to do the job. Clearly somebody thought two Lunds in the cast were sufficient, especially given that Klund himself had a dual role.
The play was a lot of fun.
Scooter and
Poo-Tee-Wheet and their daughter also came down, as did Tall Brad and Not-Yet-Showing Mary. We spent the night, played lots of Wii, had breakfast this morning and hit the road back to town.
I have no pictures, owing to a horrible lack of foresight in assuming the camera batteries were charged. But I'll cross-link when any of the above-cited blogs decide to post some. In the meantime, if you know Klund, picture him in bright-yellow slacks and a purple coat and top hat. (And that was just at breakfast; wait until you see his costume!)
Sicko
So, yeah, haven't been blogging for various reasons. The best excuse I have is "pneumonia!", which actually should be a good enough excuse for you, so shut up.
Except for a lingering hacky, rattling cough and the feeling that I never quite get enough sleep, I'm over it now. At least I think I am; I have a follow-up chest X-ray scheduled for Wednesday, at which time I suppose I'll know more.
Kristi and I watched "Sicko" last week. Good timing. Just like the bad timing that brought this whole thing on right when The Company changed its sick-day policy from "basically unlimited" to "six per year". Fortunately I have understanding management. There was also our switch this year from $20 copays to $40 copays, but that was our own damned fault. Anyway, "Sicko" was thought-provoking, but most of the thoughts were along the lines of, "This could have been so much better a movie if somebody other than Michael Moore had made it." Sad, but true.
Of course, other video was watched during my convalescence. Lots of "Heroes." "Mr. Smith Goes to Washington." "Pride and Prejudice" (okay, it was on PBS, but we missed the last night because of the Oscars so we broke out the DVDs to wrap it up).
And now I'm feeling better, and Kristi is sick. Hopefully not pneumonia sick, but her fever is as high as mine ever was and she feels like crap (it's true, I felt her). So Emma helps by breaking out the "Harry Potter" collection and subjecting Kristi to the entire series, in order. Could be lots worse; could be that damned "Hannah Montana" DVD over and over and over. I wonder when Emma will be ready for "Firefly"?
While I was standing around the clinic a week ago waiting for my antibiotics prescription to get filled, I popped across the hall to say "hello" and "thank you, a million times thank you!" to my former physical therapist,
Allison Trombley. She is truly a miracle worker.
Labels: blogging, illness, movies
