Happy Sunday Evening OTR fans...
It's a mixed bag tonight with some dramatic powerhouses, am thinking Murray's panties are today twisted about women's issues is my guess, or maybe it's his menopause...Gina's favorite The Great Gildersleeve, Edward Murrow on London in Spring (will withhold judgment on this)...never heard of Sky King, very interesting, woman themed...and Screen Guild Theater is usually solid, woman themed...and ending well with Lux with Joan Crawford and my man Basil Rathbone, woman themed...
How's it shaking?
...never heard of Sky King, very interesting, woman themed...I really cannot believe there is anyone that hasn't heard of Sky King of the Flying Crown Ranch in his airplane (a Cessna 310B), Songbird, with his niece Penny. It was not woman themed at all. As I recall, he appeared to save the world on every broadcast.
Taco night here. I'm cheating where I can from here on out, but only when the moment manifests itself. On Thursday I got diagnosed with
venous stasis in both legs. I'm at high risk for further infection and/or congestive heart failure, so my immediate marching orders are thus: lose weight (got a new med for that), get my A1C down (got a NEW med for that), and wear prescription compression stockings from here on (hello, advanced geezerhood). Connie saw him the next day to follow up on her meds, her MS, and whatnot, and she asked him, "Can't you tell him to cut back on the beer?!?" He just smiled at her and said, "We can both
tell him, but you know that ain't gonna happen."
Damn tootin'. I only have a couple of weeks of cold-conditioning left to go with that keg I brewed back in April. Don't tell me to cut back
now. And I gotta have a talk with him about his phlebotomist. She couldn't find her own butt with both hands and a flashlight. She jabbed that, that - ICE PICK - into my arm and rooted around for five minutes before she found a spring to tap. I got a bruise the size of a baseball on my arm. I hope she was only interning, but Connie's cackled about her for a year, so I guess I'm (no pun intended) stuck.
I miss Audrey.
