I am exhausted.

I wrote a post earlier this year, and I don't remember if I posted it at all, or it was on Facebook, talking about how much I feared this year's end of fiscal year. I didn't think I was up to it emotionally or physically and the thought of it scared the hell out of me. It's lived up to all my fears, too; I've been stressed, distracted, at least once a week at the point where I want to start to cry instead of going to work, miserable, and with a headache most days that wasn't alleviated by new glasses as I'd hoped. The nightmares have been the worst: I dream of being drowned in purchase orders, and even had a bizarre dream where Sheldon Cooper from Big Bang Theory told me in quite snotty tones that all my purchase orders were done incorrectly.

I wanted nothing more than to come home Friday night and crawl on to the futon for some sleep, but hunger called. We had a full card from Fresh2Order, which meant we got a free dinner (they don't do the punch cards anymore; this will be our last). I had a 3/4 plate bourbon beef with a half-bowl of creamy chicken vegetable soup, which mostly filled me up, so I have enough leftover steak for two sandwiches. Excellent.

Later we dropped in next door at Costco to pick up some roast beef for DragonCon sandwiches. Wandered about the books, of course, and picked up the new combination Blu-Ray set of The Rescuers and The Rescuers Down Under (the latter should look quite good in high-def). They already had Christmas things out, including a huge stuffed Rudolph with a red nose that lights up; it's as big as a kindergartener. Also wrapping paper and lights.

Unfortunately the cool gadgets, like the under-the-cabinet lighting I saw there last time, had been moved to make room for jackets. Booooo.

On the way home we stopped at Publix for James to get cash and then we had dessert at Brusters. In bed before midnight! Good chance for eight hours sleep!

Did you have to bark at seven and a half hours, Willow? Groan...

It was nice out when we went to the Farmers Market today! Cool! Almost autumnal! The artists' market was today and we walked past paintings, decorative barrettes, origami ornaments, jewelry, wooden items, and other artistic things. We didn't have much to buy today: just chicken salad, a couple of brownies for dessert, a pot pie for Sunday dinner, and some baked ziti for another dinner. James also got a rice ball to replace the one he left behind last week, and when the nice Italian lady who helps run the booth heard what happened, she gave it to him for free, despite our protests. (The vendor's name is "Uncle Dom's." They are Sicilian. They also make super bread.)

On the way home we stopped at Kroger to do the rest of the shopping since James has to work tomorrow and we can't go then. We bought some soup for potlucks night, Those Damn Bananas, a few more yogurts in case, milk, four ice cream cups, and a few other things.

Came home and put all the perishables up, then took our time going out. I had time to finish The Great Silence, Juliet Nicolson's book about England between Armistice Day 1918 and Armistice Day 1920—fascinating chapters about how the war changed both upper class and lower class life, the sometimes grim result of war deaths on other family members, and two engrossing chapters about how a plastic surgeon changed the lives of those disfigured by wounds. She follows many of the characters she spoke about in her earlier book, The Perfect Summer: England 1911.

Then it was off to the hobby shop, where I was reading Anything Goes (a history of the 1920s) and Corley and some of the others had lunch. Finally we did go looking for fall: we went to Garden Ridge! And fall they did have: garlands and wreaths and picks, signs for the yard and scarecrows for the home, and masses of stuff for Hallowe'en: blinking ghosties and even a blow-mold ghost for the yard, aisles of skeletons dressed and undressed, tombstones and witches.

And there was Christmas aplenty, too: several aisles of color-matched ornaments, just boxes of plain colored "baubles," and Christmas trees in colors not known in nature, like electric blue and bright red. Some lightstrings were out, and we got two more blue ones to replace the ones we have for outside where we can't figure out why half the string won't light. Got some exercise walking the rest of the store, where we found aisles and aisles of "scrubs," both for men and women. Really amazing; it must be a moneymaker. Looked at cabinets and things, and then came to the big pallets where they toss all sorts of remainder books. We found a couple of gifts, and James got something about weather and a book by the guy who does Man Vs. Food, and I found Why? Because We Still Like You (a Mouseketeer memoir I hadn't felt like paying full price for and Inventing Late Night, about Steve Allen and the history of The Tonight Show.

Making our way home, we stopped at Aldi for more spaetzle, and then hit the Smyrna Kroger for gasoline (where it was cheapest) and went inside to get something for supper. We both got soup and James got something for work tomorrow, and we bagged a couple of cheap steaks.

When I turned on the computer we found out the news about Neil Armstrong. :-( We saw some news reports about it as we ate dinner, and when I switched to NASA-TV they were showing clips from the moonwalk and some speeches he did. Watched a bit of Storage Wars, then put on From the Earth to the Moon to watch "Spider" and "That's All There Is." The news footage gave me goosebumps. I still remember the space coverage and the moonwalk so clearly: the 19 inch black and white Magnavox television we had then, the doors and windows being wide open on the summer night to let in the shrill of the crickets and the buzz of the motorcycles zipping up and down Gansett Avenue, the warm summer night with its warm summer scents of cut grass, leftover heat, car exhaust, flowers, asphalt, and yeasty perspiration as we gathered around the ghostly blue fire of the transmission from the moon. The lunar module landed early in the evening, and after watching that coverage, we went to the St. Mary's Church annual feast for a while, an always heady combination of band concert, carnival games, food concessions, and people celebrating in the warm, sticky summer evening air. I had my faithful Philco radio attached to my ear as we strolled the booths and munched on hot doughboys sprinkled with sugar, and even though it was fireworks night, we headed home instead to watch the moonwalk. Goosebumps for sure. Not a night like it since.

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Back in the 1980s, when I still lived in Rhode Island, I would take the bus up to Boston about once a month to visit friends. I still cherish these wonderful visits in which I stayed overnight, talked of fannish subjects to my heart's content with Mary B, and Mary, and Deb, and Abby and Gail, watched artwork being born and fanzines being created, and went shopping in bookstores, bookstores, and more bookstores. Providence had lost all its decent bookstores by then (my beloved paperback bookstore mutated into something with carpets and books turned face-out) and Boston was this wonderland of literary finds: Brattle Books, the National Park Service bookstore, and, out a subway ride away in Cambridge, Wordsworth, the Science Fiction and Fantasy Bookstore, and the Harvard Coop.

Sometimes I stayed with Mary B, but on later visits I bunked in with Abby and Gail in their slightly larger apartment in Orient Heights (and never dared tell my mother I was riding the subway back to the bus station all alone in the dark; the "T" always had attendants--I stayed in the light and never felt threatened). Abby was a big fan of Wendy and Richard Pini's comic "Elfquest," and, seeing her interest, on one visit I read what she had already collected, and fell in love.

Be it known that I am not a fan of high fantasy. I still haven't managed the Lord of the Rings trilogy and really don't care to. But "Elfquest" was different. It begins as the story of the Wolfriders, a small woods-dwelling band of the descendants of elves from another world who were stranded on a planet known only as "the World of Two Moons." When humans set their "holt" afire in an effort to purge the land of elves, the Wolfriders take refuge with the treacherous trolls, also stranded generations ago.  The trolls trick them into a tunnel with no end, or so they think--instead the Wolfriders find another band of elves, the Sun People, peaceful farming folk, including the fiery healer and the tribe's hunter. And so the quest begins.
So the next time I was in Cambridge, I plunged into the dark, delightful depths of what was then the narrow corner location of the famous comics shop Million Year Picnic. MYP reminded me a lot of the paperback book store: comics up to the ceiling and posters everywhere else, with action figures in cases and behind the counter. Used to comic book stands and spinners in drug stores, MYP was a revelation...I saw comics I never knew existed. I bought all the back issues of "Elfquest" and then continued buying the new ones. I also bought the sequel, "Siege at Blue Mountain," and the third series, "Kings of the Broken Wheel," and the full-color reproduction books of the original quest, as well as the novelization of the original story. I didn't so much get tired of the story as tired of searching for the comics themselves, even though several series followed on: "Hidden Years," "Shards," etc. (I also, I admit, back then didn't care for the artwork not done by Wendy Pini. The other artists were good artists, and Wendy couldn't draw everything, but the characters just didn't look right when others drew them.)

Some months back I noticed there was an Elfquest website with all the comics digitized and posted online. It was very awkward reading them in Windows, so a few days ago I relocated the site to see if the issues were readable on the tablet. I had to go through three browsers, the native one, Dolphin, and Chrome before I discovered they were readable in Firefox for Android, so I am now happily spending some time reading what I missed, rediscovering Cutter, young chief of the Wolfriders, his best friend, diplomatic Skywise, the gentle but firm Leeta, jealous Rayek, the aristocratic Savah, and the other members of the tribes.

This happy discovery was muted today by the news of William Windom's passing. He was a favorite of my mom's in the early 1960s, appearing in the television version of the movie The Farmer's Daughter. This was a series I only heard, since it was on after my bedtime. :-) I did get to watch him in his excellent role as the emotionally tortured starship captain Matt Decker on Star Trek. But later, when Windom did his short-lived but inventive series, My World and Welcome to It, based on the writings of James Thurber, I was there waiting. John Monroe  remains one of my favorite television characters of all time, with his surface cynicism and hidden sentiment, his scrawled cartoons that his editor never understood but his fans loved, quailed by family and small children but king of his own fantasies. The series instilled my lifelong love of both Windom and Thurber, and I was later to start watching The Waltons because of Windom's humorous, bravura role as Charlie Sneed, "the Robin Hood bandit" providing turkeys to poor families in the Christmas film The Homecoming. It was only much later that I discovered Windom in his first film role, that of the bigoted prosecutor in To Kill a Mockingbird.

I was later lucky enough to see Windom in a reading of Thurber essays at the Ravinia in Atlanta sometime between 1988 and 1990; it took place in December and was my birthday gift to myself. I remember he read Thurber's "Memorial," which was an essay written after the death of Thurber's favorite standard poodle. The final paragraph, however, is all-embracing enough to be of comfort:

"The poodle kept her sight, her hearing, and her figure up to her quiet and dignified end. She knew that the Hand was upon her and she accepted it with a grave and unapprehensive resignation. This, her dark, intelligent eyes seemed to be trying to tell me, is simply the closing of full circle; this is the flower that grows out of Beginning; this--not to make it too hard for you, friend--is as natural as eating the raspberries and raising the puppies and riding in the rain."

(You can read the entire essay here.)

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I was just thinking about the Ernest Borgnine panel last year at Dragoncon, and now here's this news...it was a great panel! He talked about all his projects, classic actors he had known, doing voices for children's animation, with honesty and humor and joy...waited in line 90 minutes so I could be right up front and it was worth every minute of the wait. A fondness for McHale's Navy was something Dad and I shared, cheering on the scheming commander and his crew.

Give our love to "Old Leadbottom"!




Actor Ernest Borgnine dead at 95 - CNN.com

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Once again, I hardly got a lick of sleep. Can't say I wasn't tired. And we went to bed late, no earlier than 1 a.m. But I couldn't fall asleep. The room is quiet. I can't even blame the A/C. So what the hell was it? Well, besides the absolutely wretched pillows in the hotel. Whether labeled soft or firm, they're too small area-wise and two are too much and one isn't enough. Gah.

Well, we had two ideas: go eat breakfast, see a ten o'clock panel, then bring the critters home and come back. Or just go now and miss the ten o'clock panel and hit the eleven instead. We decided to do the former. Unlike Friday, James could find a luggage cart, and we loaded it up, tied Wil to the cart, and I carried Schuyler, and we went down to the car.

The key fob wasn't working. Huh?

So James opened the door with the key, and our horrible suspicion was confirmed: the battery is dead.

Hmn. Must fall back on idea three. Trouble is, we didn't know what that was.

What we did was stuff the suitcase, crate, and tray in the trunk and then go back inside. At first we thought someone might jump us off. We asked Bill, but he had a panel in fifteen minutes. Plus James had already taken his pills for the morning and needed to eat within 30 minutes. We'd planned to pick up something at Burger King on the way back.

So we set Schuyler's cage on the ottoman in the little lounge area right next to the restaurant. It's open between them. James went outside because we didn't have the number on our phones, and called AAA. I held onto Wil, and when James got back, he went to get something off the buffet. (The wait staff was overworked as always and there was no one to ask, so he just went. And I just went, but didn't eat much because I was already sleepless and upset.) We ate at the lounge, where Schuyler begged for and got a piece of watermelon, Willow, too. We had just finished when AAA called to say they were outside. James paid the bill, then went out again and they couldn't even use the portable battery to jump it off. It was gone.

(I can't complain. That's the battery that came with the car. I bought it in late July 2004. If not eight years old, almost. Got good mileage out of it.)

So we drove home without incident, put Schuyler back in her place, filled Willow's food dish, and deserted them for the rest of the day, taking the truck back with us. And it was a great day despite the events of the morning.

We went to see Caitlin Blackwood again. This time she was sans Mum on stage, but very poised and self-contained. She told many of the stories from yesterday, and Alan Siler presented her with a figure from her favorite Pixar film, a minion from Despicable Me. I'll tell you, this kid is adorable. She'll be a heartbreaker in a few more years.

At 1 p.m. we went to the panel I was afraid we might miss because of the car, the Sherlock Holmes in films panel. Louis Robinson was one of the panelists, as well as Kim Holec, and it was a great chat about Sherlock movies past and present. The general concensus was that the best version to present a new fan would be Jeremy Brett, but many of the newer versions (Robert Downey and Sherlock) were bringing in fans. We even shared a few choice words about the Gareth David-Lloyd version of Holmes, which Louis had us laughing about his discovery of it. I also won a door prize, a Sherlock Holmes in films book from the 70s.

It was time for the Ken Spivey Band concert, but we were both starving, so on our way to the events room we got a hot dog (me) and a burger (James) to tide us over and munched it during the first few songs. It was pretty much the same concert as last year, including "the Dalek dance" and a young woman having a song written for her (with the infamous "bridge" that bears no resemblance to the rest of the song...LOL). They saved my favorite song, "The Companion's Lament," for last, where it is definitely appropriate (especially nearing the end of the con).

We then went to the final lit panel, about what book panels folks would like to see next year. Very small crowd and it didn't last long. I was surprised to hear two people complaining about the preponderance of YA lit this year. There was only one YA in the schedule, although the writers that came were YA writers, but there weren't a lot of YA panels.

So we wandered about for a few minutes, said hi to Bill, did one more turn around the dealer's room, and then went to a panel about traveling to Great Britain to see Doctor Who sites and events. Both the moderators had been there in last few years; Mark had seen the "Doctor Who Experience" in London as well as going to Cardiff, and the other man had gone to Cardiff. There was much discussion about how to bring money there, as apparently now credit card companies are throttling use of American credit cards overseas! Ironically some type of Walmart card apparently works the best there. Also some discussion of the good theatre in London.

We ended up going to the penultimate panel because we wanted to see the final panel, the wrapup. We were both getting hungry by this time, so I went out to the truck to fetch some trail mix. This next-to-last panel, Doctor Who v. Star Wars v. Stargate, basically discussed the relative merits and detractions of each series and what type of influence each had (such as Star Wars making a large-budget science fiction film respectable and bringing back classic film scores), sending the odd jab to Space: 1999, Lost in Space, and the original Battlestar Galactica.

The final panel, as always, is bittersweet. All the track coordinators were thanked as well as other members of the convention. Then came commentary about the hotel, mostly good, some bad, especially about the restaurant employees running themselves ragged and there not being enough of them to take care of the crowds. Our A/C worked fine this weekend, but some weren't so lucky, and one couple had water leaking into their room. Once that was taken care of, the suggestions began to fly, from extending the convention to Monday, or just letting it run later on Sunday (especially since next year is the 50th anniversary of Doctor Who), suggestions for some child-oriented science exhibitions or even panels. By 7:30, everyone was tired and it all just broke up. We quietly exited through the back, where we were parked, went to Kroger to get some supper (chicken soup comfort food for me), and relaxed and restored at home, watching the rest of the National Memorial Day concert, which was actually last year's version since there was a bad storm in Washington, DC, and then a weird show on the Science Channel about an antique shop in New York, Oddities. Really weird.

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There's something missing in this narrative, but it's deserving of its own special place. People often twit internet friendships, say they're not real, or superficial, especially with Facebook, that you're "counting how many friends you can have." Well, while online friendships may not be as invested with the emotional ties of families or close friends, one can still feel a strong friendship with someone they've only communicated with online. Some time ago I found "Collecting Children's Books," the blog of Peter D. Sieruta. I was immediately taken in by his columns; his posts discussed books I loved and books I had never read, and his entries were filled with information, bibliophilia, and wit. A year or so ago he bought his own home, and posted stories about furnishing it, about a wonderful blue clock that was left behind by the former owners, and of putting up his first hummingbird feeder and being startled at how territorial the little birds were. Sometime later I "friended" him on Facebook, where lately he was posting vintage family photographs and telling stories of parents, aunts and uncles, and cousins. Some were funny, some thoughtful, some sorrowful, but all were filled with love.

Last week I had read a startling post from Peter about his having badly broken his ankle and having a hurried trip to the emergency room, and the difficulty he was having getting around. I was so busy with work that I hadn't had a chance to send him a get-well message, but did check his Facebook page periodically for any updates.

This morning when I opened Facebook as we were on the way back to the hotel I was shocked to see a post from Peter's brother John letting people know that Peter had passed away on Friday. I sat in the cab of the truck in tears.

There are no boundaries on friendships. Even though I had never met Peter I considered him a friend. And I will miss him.

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Remembering happy minutes spent listening to Andy Rooney:

CBS Commentator Andy Rooney Dies at 92

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Radio Giant Norman Corwin Dies in California at 101

CBS News Story

Los Angeles Times

Corwin's Website

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Gunsmoke Actor James Arness Dies at Age 88

We loved you well, Marshal Dillon...we'll be waving farewell as you join Doc, Chester, Festus and Miss Kitty down at the Longbranch for a reunion.

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The always plucky Sarah Jane Smith...

Doctor Who's Elisabeth Sladen Dies Aged 63

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Nicholas Courtney--1929-2011

One of my favorite Doctor Who characters, a man who had some of the best moments in the series. We'll miss you.

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David Nelson, Last of TV's Ozzie and Harriet, is Dead

David was always my favorite Nelson boy.

I watched Ozzie just recently in the episode he did of The Mothers-in-Law. He played "Ozzie Snick," the big band leader Kaye Buell always bragged she sang with. (Of course, this being Kaye, the truth was a little different from the story.)

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The Christmasy part of the day appears here: Holiday Harbour.

I did have a funny thing happen to me at Books-a-Million. Well, it's funny now; at that point I wasn't sure how to get out of the predicament.

I was perusing the magazines when I had an urgent call of nature. Dashed to the ladies' room and hurriedly accomplished what needed to be done. It was only then I noticed there was no toilet paper. The ladies' room was empty, so I grabbed my stuff and went into the only other stall. No paper in there, either, and there was only a hand dryer, no paper. What to do?

Pulled out my trusty Droid, opened the browser, found Books-a-Million and the store locator, found out the phone number of the store I was in, called the front desk. A few minutes later, a very embarrassed woman clerk handed me some toilet paper over the top of the stall. She said the rolls that fit the dispensers in the stalls had not come in. No offense, hon, but you're right across the parking lot from a Target. Send someone over to buy TP! LOL!

Anyway, I came home from all my shopping and went to see if the postman had come yet. I was startled to discover that our mailbox wrap, the one with the cardinal, chickadee, and bluebird "stamps," was gone. It's magnetic, so all I can surmise is that someone swiped it, unless a good gust of wind somehow got under it! What really upset me is that I've been so busy I didn't notice it was gone, because when I went back to look at the photos I took of the snow on Christmas Day, it wasn't on the mailbox then, either!

This seemed a tiny, stupid thing to fret about, however, when I finally got the mail and opened a friend's card and discovered her mother-in-law was hit by a car and killed earlier this month. Perspective is everything.

This evening we went to Stella's Neighborhood Grill, a new place, for Alice's birthday dinner. There were eighteen of us altogether and I don't think the restaurant was used to that. Food was delicious, and the company delightful, but service was slow.

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Elizabeth Edwards, 61, Dies After Long Struggle With Cancer

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Legendary TV producer Stephen J. Cannell Has Died

Wonder if they are going to film a little memorial bit for Castle? (If you haven't ever seen the series, Cannell and James Patterson have appeared in several episodes as author Richard Castle's poker playing buddies.)

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A farewell to Patricia Neal in Holiday Harbour.

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Fess Parker, TV's Davy Crockett, Dies at 85

Fess Parker, Star Of Davy Crockett And Daniel Boone, Dies at 85

I was born just before the Christmas of the Davy Crockett coonskin cap rage, so I remember Davy only from reruns on Walt Disney's Wonderful World of Color. I remember him more from his brief role as Jim Coates in Old Yeller and as Daniel Boone in the NBC series. My mom and dad watched every episode of Daniel Boone, and I often watched the series in the summer when I was allowed to stay up later (and as I got older—Boone was on at 7:30, which, when it first premiered in 1964, was my bedtime) I vividly remember the original cast: Ed Ames as Mingo (probably my favorite character), Patricia Blair as Rebecca Boone, Veronica Cartwright as Jemima Boone, Darby Hinton as Israel Boone, Albert Salmi as Yadkin, and Dallas McKennon as Cincinattus. Daniel never had all the adventures television ascribed to him, but they made entertaining watching.

Fess Parker projected a nice-guy image and I believe he was just as nice in real life. Today he hangs up his coonskin cap and vintner's goblet and goes to explore a new Frontier.

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Mission: Impossible Actor Peter Graves Dead at 83

Peter Graves Remembered by Co-Stars

Seattle Times, At Least, Mentions My Favorite Peter Graves' Role

While most of the news reports are, of course, mentioning Peter Graves' most famous role as Jim Phelps on Mission: Impossible, his part in Stalag 17, and his later comedic turn in Airplane, I've always remembered him most in the role of another Jim, that of Jim Newton in the classic children's series Fury. Jim Newton was one of the greatest television dads: principled, yet open and friendly, always ready to lend a hand or a sympathetic ear, a man who put behind his grief over the death of a wife and son to give a home to an orphan boy, a father closer to today's relaxed dads than to the classic 1950s fathers like Alex Stone or Jim Anderson. He brooked no nonsense, but stood up for rights, whether they be for people or animals, and was a good neighbor, a shining example for fathers everywhere.

Good-bye, Mr. Graves. We'll miss you.

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Missing Actor's Body Found in Vancouver Park

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Pernell Roberts, Bonanza and Trapper John Star, Dies

Used to be quite a fan of Trapper John, MD.

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Miep Gies, Anne Frank Protector, Dies at 100

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Former CBS Anchor "Uncle Walter" Cronkite Dead at 92

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