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Me: Uh...sweetie...SO I'm going to tell you something and I'm giving you the opportunity to laugh your ass off at me, cause I have it coming.

Him: What is it?

Me: I'm kind of sort of considering possibly getting a harmonium.

Him: Oh, I was planning to get you one.


So it looks like this is going to happen. And he just bought himself a bansura. He's envisioning us playing Indian music together and I'm not even sure I'll be able to get a sound out of this thing.

Here's the one I'm probably buying sometime next week, from one of my teachers at Laughing Lotus:


Harmonium Case

It wouldn't be cheap, but considering the number of instruments that Hubby has bought and continues to buy, he can hardly object.

For instance, we will soon be receiving a flute from Ireland made by Eamon Cotter.

The big question is whether I'll have the commitment to learn to play it, especially the courage to get through the potential "sounding terrible" phase.

RIP Mary Tyler Moore

The Mary Tyler Moore Show


"Who can the world on with her smile?"

The recent passing of Ms. Moore hit me hard. I'm not sure I watched this show from the very beginning, when I was 6, but I feel like I was there with my parents pretty early on, and I vividly remember watching Rhoda from the first episode. By 1974, I was 10 and I knew I was much more of a Rhoda, than a Mary, being a New York Jew with a pretty wacky Jewish family. If I'd known about shipping then I would have said I totally shipped Rhoda and Joe and was really pissed when the show broke them up.

I LOVED LOVED LOVED Carlton, your door man. (I used to do a great Carlton your doorman imitation.)

As far as MTM was concerned. I don't have the same memory of watching actual episodes, but I do remember the Chuckles the Clown funeral. I also recall hating Sue Ann and having a feeling that I didn't have words for then that the Ted/Georgette relationship was actually abusive. I really hated Ted. I realize he was a parody of an overbearing jerk, but maybe Ted Knight (who I hear was actually a lovely person) played it just a little too well.

I did like the topical jokes to the extent I understood them.

I MAY have shipped Mary/Lou, although I remember the one episode where they tried to kiss and ended up embarrassed.

I don't think I could re-watch without a massive case of the cringe factor, but I'm pretty sure my Sunday nights were all about the MTM family shows for a long time. It's also one of the first TV Theme songs I could do by heart. (For a long time I could recite the Rhoda opening, but I don't have it memorized anymore, aside from the first and last lines.)

It's amazing how many sit-coms I used to watch and now it's a form I can barely tolerate. Not sure if that's me or the way the genre has developed, especially work-place sit-coms. I know was still up for one in the early 80's when Cheers went on, but lost my interest after that.

I also watched the Phyllis spin-off, but barely any memories, so not going to add it to my count because that would be cheating.

For the record, my father LOVED "Lou Grant," but I don't have strong memories of that one...it may have been too "grown-up" for me at the time.

RIP Peter Sarstedt

Singer-songwriter who topped the charts in 1969 with Where Do You Go to (My Lovely)

I sang this song on Saturday afternoon at the Mint. (I fell in love with the song from seeing "The Darjeeling Limited" and bought my own karaoke version, since it was so NOT in the bar's collection.) Yesterday afternoon, I was tagged in a FB book post the KJ, noting the singer's death on Sunday.

(Now I'm even edgier about the health and age of Mr. Ferry.)


100 TV shows-#85 Ashes to Ashes

Ashes to Ashes

Ashes to Ashes fic

Such a roller coaster. Some great moments, especially in the third series and lots of Gene Hunt awesomeness, but since John Simm wasn't there in the flesh, the show had a definite Sam Tyler sized hole which poor Keeley Hawes wasn't really capable of filling. Keeley was awesome in "Spooks," but just not strong enough to carry a show, especially up against the Mighty Glenister.

Plus the scripts...oh Alex Drake, I tried to like her...and there were times I almost got there, but the writing made it so, so hard, especially when she'd get up on her high-horse. "The Smoking Gun," was the WORST, which is even more unfortunate given an early Russell Tovey appearance. I can't imagine ever sitting through that cringe-fest again.

I did get through the whole series one time only...and I got some good fic out of it, but Life on Mars, it wasn't.

I am glad that Ray got a redemption arc, even if it was a bit too obvious and melodramatic. I think Shazz was a potentially great character who never got properly developed and between my Sam/Chris ship and a bit of a Alex/Chris one, I never really got into her and Chris's relationship.

I won't spoil the finale, but it is a satisfying ending for both series...just not the emotional brilliance of the Life on Mars ending. Sorry, LoM was perfect and probably should have been left where it was. In my head and heart, it did.

Holiday Cheer

From Hubby: An Instant Pot! Basically an electric combination Pressure Cooker/Slow Cooker/Steamer. At the moment the main use is for me to be able to make the elixir of life bone broth. The slow cooker took three days and drove me nuts with house smelling like bone broth for that entire period. The pressure cooker took a good four hours and required keeping the stove on for that period and me getting up in the middle of the night to turn it off. Yesterday I set the timer, the broth cooked in about three hours and then turned itself off and the result has gelled beautifully. The bones were reduced to absolute rubble so I know that all the collagen goodness is in the broth.

I got the Montgomery Clift/Elizabeth Taylor fic of my dreams including actual sex, along with all the angst, Hollywood dirt and twisted emotions I see in those two beautiful creatures.

If that's your jam, please go HERE and bestow the love it deserves.

From Yoga:
We're in the month that Laughing Lotus devotes to Saints, Sages, Gurus etc. and my beloved teacher, Adrianna has shared this poem by Hafiz with us in a few classes. It speaks to me and always makes me smile. I share it with you. It says a lot about the journey we are all on, even the horror-show that has been this year for so many of us. (Really, 2016? George Michael...really?) I haven't had the time to do the RIPs much this year, and honestly...it's been such an onslaught it would be a full-time job.

Cast All Your Votes for Dancing by Hafiz

I know the voice of depression
Still calls to you.

I know those habits that can ruin your life
Still send their invitations.

But you are with the Friend now
And look so much stronger.

You can stay that way
And even bloom!

Keep squeezing drops of the Sun
From your prayers and work and music
And from your companions' beautiful laughter.

Keep squeezing drops of the Sun
From the sacred hands and glance of your Beloved
And, my dear,
From the most insignificant movements
Of your own holy body.

Learn to recognize the counterfeit coins
That may buy you just a moment of pleasure,
But then drag you for days
Like a broken man
Behind a farting camel.

You are with the Friend now.
Learn what actions of yours delight Him,
What actions of yours bring freedom
And Love.

Whenever you say God's name, dear pilgrim,
My ears wish my head was missing
So they could finally kiss each other
And applaud all your nourishing wisdom!

O keep squeezing drops of the Sun
From your prayers and work and music
And from your companions' beautiful laughter
And from the most insignificant movements
Of your own holy body.

Now, sweet one, be wise.
Cast all your votes for Dancing!
Started the day with a 5-K on the Embarcadero

Turkey day w/Ivan by Ball Park

Since my Sister-In-Law has shuffled off this mortal coil, there's absolutely no cause for anything resembling a "feast" at Chez K-gal.

I'm completely at peace totally ignoring this holiday, in terms of adding anything out of the ordinary to my plan of eating.

Love and sanity to one and all!

Plan of action

Om namah shivaya

1. More love
2. More hugs
3. More service
4. More Bhakti/Kirtan
5. More Yoga
6. No Binging
7. Finish Yuletide
8. Finish 100 things
9. Finish getting Drabble-a-Day 2011 posted to A03

Poppy Mae
First the anxiety, then the anger and depression.
If I were in my disease I would have been trying to sneak food at the desk, or just not cared and stuffed my face at the desk.
I had my snack at 4 and my dinner at 7.
No binging.
I was up at 445AM wanting to eat, and part of my abstinence is that I don't eat breakfast until after 5AM (because part of my disease is the night-eating I acquired either by nature or nurture from my father). I took a hot bath and made sure I didn't eat my first bite until 501A
The world appears to be going to hell in a bucket. I'm just grateful I'm in the Program, Abstinent of compulsive eating, drugs and alcohol, and that it's been two years (as of November 6) in my wonderful job, which I honestly believe has saved my life. If I were still in my old Desk of Doom job to be the political junkie I was for most of my life, I'd probably have blown up to over 200 lbs by now and been an utter wench/wretch to everyone who crossed my path in the last few months.
I'm not saying I'm recovered, or not a wench, or a wonderful person.
I'm saying I'm better, I'm trying to be of service, live the steps etc.
I definitely have resentments against the butt-hurt Bernie-bots who couldn't let go and continued to be echo-chambers for every bit of anti-Hillary BS that came down the pike and in deference to my old wenchy self:


Now I'm going to take a hot bath and get ready for work.

It's also time for some Facebook unfriending. It'll be better for all of us.




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