G.G. Hat in the Ring

  Did Oprah just kick off her campaign for president? 

Solidarity, Uniformity Me-tooism

  I'm watching the Golden Globes and trying to make as much sense out of it as I can. The word was passed that the women should dress in black and they did, though the emphasis was on individuality. The men dressed in black also, as they traditionally have. Many if not most of the women's dresses revealed portions of their bodies considered by most to be sexy: cleavage, side slits, open back. None of the men revealed anything; body parts were  completely covered. 
    There have been a number of complaints about men revealing to women their private parts, or part, behind closed doors, office or hotel room.  It seems they want to be admired for what they have and can't show in public. Women, however, can show a good portion of their bodies, and for what reason but to be admired for what they display.
    If the females in the Golden Globe audience can be persuaded to all dress in black this year, why don't they all dress in black tuxedos next year to see what happens. If the women  resort to luring unwilling men into rooms,and stripping off their tuxes so they can flaunt to the men what has been tucked inside, then maybe the answer would be found.
 

Word of the Day: Factotum

An employee or servant or handyman who does all kinds of work.  Who says TV is not  educational?

Glory Days

Worth a limo ride.

Simon, Carrie and Alex

The  3, Simon Cowell, Carrie Underwood, and now AlexTrebeck have all fallen and been hospitalized. It's a dangerous world.

For the Birds

   The birds look so very cold: Blue Jays, Cardinals, Nuthatches, Chickadees 2 types of Woodpecker and miscellaneous Finches and Sparrows. Even a single crow approached but didn't go to the birdfeeder, so I threw some stale crackers in his direction, but I don't know if he partook. Some, especially the chickadees, stay put when we go out to put more seed in the feeder.
   I know they need suet in cold weather; I didn't have any, so I hung our Christmas hambone, which had some fat attached, in the tree. Even the little birds peck at it, carving it into what looks surprisingly like the carcass of a peliated woodpecker.  I'm running out of sunflower seed, so I've been offering leftover bread, crackers, and cereal. They seem to eat everything.
  I need to get a closer picture, but the shoveling team hasn't arrived yet.

For My Eyes Only

  Last night was New Year's Eve, and the first one in my life that I've ever been  alone to welcome in the new year.  It was cold outside and turning slightly cold inside, as the thermostat has night-time setting of 66 degrees.  I went to bed to watch the rest of Dick Clark's Rocking New Year's show.  I watched almost right up to the countdown to the ball drop, but inexplicably fell asleep just before the big moment.  I woke up shortly after to see the partying and then the beginnings of the cleanup. No calls wishing a Happy New Year at this late hour, as in bygone years, so nothing  left for me to do but go back to sleep.
    I did and I had a dream that I can't seem to get out of my mind.  One of those moments in time dreams. Kind of like an  "Our Town" scene:
                 I heard a noise and I woke up. I felt scared so I got out of bed and walked down the narrow hallway of our house to the kitchen, which as I'd expected opened up to my mother's bedroom, upstairs in my old house. She was asleep, but woke up as I got to the side of her bed.  She asked if I wanted to get in and I said yes.  "Let me move over," she said, and I crawled in beside her. Dorothy asked why I'd felt afraid and I said it was because I hadn't set the security alarm before I went to bed, as I'd let the cat stay inside because it was so cold out in the room where it usually sleeps at night.  Nobody seemed surprised.  I fell asleep and when I woke up, 2018 happened.