My List of 100 Continued

32. Favorite Movies: Velvet Goldmine and Citizen Kane are the first to come to my mind today.

33. The first food cooked in my new Wolf range: frozen pizza.

34. My favorite book: 100 Years of Solitude.

35. Favorite Movies, continued: Waiting for Guffman.

36. Favorite line from a Meat Loaf song: "If life is just a highway, then the soul is just a car."

37. I love films by Merchant Ivory Productions. Remains of the Day comes immediately to mind. Which in turn reminds me of Waiting for Guffman. Corky's memorabilia shop in NY sells Remains of the Day lunch boxes. Also, My Dinner with Andre action figures.

A Poem by James Michael Nally

Sunrise

When I see dawn - the sunrise on the mountain
I feel a peace that can't really be.
For that which I feel, I can't understand
and truth I can't begin to see.

The bitterness I felt when you left me is gone.
Inside I'm empty - yet free.
alone, I stand on the mountain - comes the dawn
and full peace come on the breeze.

My life begins again with the singing of the birds,
My soul sings anew.
I know that there's something worth more that all the words
I THOUGHT I heard from you.

Gray mists clothe the lonely valley far beneath.
Soft rays from the rising sun
Shed light on the glistening, wet, green heath ----
Sky and earth and I ------ are one.

Written in my 1966 Yearbook from Wagner HS, Clark AFB, PI.

The author is James Michael Nally.

Mike, where are you?

Kids say the darnedest things

Recently, my husband and I were babysitting our soon to be 4 year old granddaughter and grandson Bubbie who is almost two. Bubbie and I were outside enjoying the wonderful southern autumn. When I came inside to check on Babycakes and Grandpa, I found her alone in the den. When asked, "Where's Grandpa?", she replied, "He's on the pooter."

I looked towards the back of the den where the bathroom is located and nodded.

"I'm going back outside. Let me know if you need anything."

"OK."

About thirty minutes later, I came back in. Again, I found Babycakes alone in the den. "Where is Grandpa?" "He's still on the pooter," was the reply.

I looked back towards the bathroom and saw that the door was open and the room was dark (no window, you see--or don't). I began to worry and went further into the den to check the bathroom--did Grandpa fall in? Did he pass out? As I got closer, I saw him sitting in the darkened passageway leading to the restroom--on the computer!

That passage is also used as an office. A nice private place to use a "pooter" and keep up with your emails.

Much funnier that "gizabo" (See "Words from my Daddy" in the archive).