I miss writing.
I know I post three times a week, but the screen’s been loaded with others’ words. Good words, mind you. Great, even. But fewer of mine. Remember when I went on and on philosophically and worked out my world in words and sometimes might have made little sense to most?
Yeah. Well, I’m still working through it all.
And it’s tougher, without words. Because one day it feels like I’ve got this licked and everything is falling into place. And then you can turn around, and it just feels like it’s falling apart.
So you pack your yoga mat and plan on oatmeal chocolate chip cookies and get ready to tackle the world.
When the world cancels yoga and gives you mint chocolate chips, you improvise.
Starting next week, I’ll collect #Q4KIDZ answers to top Go Ask Daddy. I like the idea of the girls giving answers before they present their questions to me. And that’ll free up a Monday for me to stretch my fingers and try and figure all this out.
1. Isn’t it hot in Long Island?
If you mean hotter than Moose Jaw, yes. But it’s not Santo Domingo hot.
July’s the hottest month on Long Island. Average temperature that month: 74 degrees. It’s close to 90 here in Charlotte. Long Island is home to the Amityville House and formerly the NHL’s New York Islanders. Which is the greater nightmare? I’m not sure.
I love how Long Islanders associate by borough. East Northport, Nassau, Bayville, Syosset, Oyster Bay, Wantagh, or my personal favorite, Massapequa.
2. You listen to this stuff at work?
You mean, this song?
Heck yes I do. Well, I did. I will. I’ve turned off music for a while. It’s too much of a distraction. Under bluer skies, a song like Kesha’s “Take it Off” seems to pop onto my Pandora just when I need it. Same with the Norah Jones, the Missy Higgins, and the Ingrid Michaelson. Sometimes it’s so big I have to turn it off, even after I just got able to turn it on again.
When I don’t want lyrics and memories but need a lift that Musical Spa Radio can’t provide, I’ll go with this 30ish-minute mix. It’s all about getting the job done with minimal spiritual wear and tear.
3. Is Dr. Seuss Day the day he was born or the day he died?
It’s to celebrate his birthday, March 2.
It’s a big deal. Your school has the Seuss parade that day. What’s cooler than kindergartners marching in Thing One and Thing Two garb? Well, besides Kesha trespassing on blighted hotels with color run colors flying. Officially, March 2 is Read Across America Day.
I think it’s important to remember someone on the day they died, and celebrate them on the day they were born. We remember, and miss for the first. We rejoice and appreciate in the second.
I do the same with my dad.
4. How did they make the movie “Who Framed Roger Rabbit”?
With lots of money, busted deadlines and a portion of licensing horror.
It was film history, in 1988. In terms of the names it gathered – Baby Herman, Donald Duck, Dumbo, Marvin Acme, and more – it was like Live Aid meets USA for Africa meets every actor in every Oceans 11 movie ever made and dreamed up to be made.
There was a stipulation that Warner Bros’ Daffy Duck and Bugs Bunny were to get equal screen time with Disney’s Donald Duck and Mickey Mouse.
With a rejected budget of $50 million that was approved for $29 million (and became $40 million), Roger Rabbit was also a technological wonder. It was a marvel of VistaVision cameras and blue screen 14 months of post production.
We should watch it again sometime.
5. Do your reflexes really do that?
You mean the knee jerk reflex. It’s among the most disappointing portions of your physical exam, right up there with the sign that says only the doctor gets the spinny chair. It’s where the expression “knee jerk reaction” comes from. My doctors have always smacked that patellar, and instead of a Ronaldo-sized kick reflex, my lower leg barely moved.
Is that okay, doc? Am I all right?
Apparently so. The doctor taps you with a rubber mallet just below your knee, to get your quad to flex. That makes your foot kick. What’s unique is that the brain never gets involved. It’s tap-patella-thigh-foot. If it doesn’t jump, like mine, maybe there’s nerve damage.
Can’t get it to stop kicking? That could indicate cerebellar disease. To which I say …
Do not tap me on the knee
Do not tap me, let me be
Do not check for knee-jerk kicks
Do not check for flea-work bricks
I do not like that little red hammer
No let me go and check my grammar!