J.P.

Obscure.

I occasionally have flashes of TV shows from the late 1970s and early 1980s that no one has probably thought about in years. Once such show is a promo for a pilot that I can’t remember the name of, but aired after the cancellation of “Rhoda” and had either Julie Kavner and a dark haired man (who was shirtless in the scene) or it was David Groh (Joe on “Rhoda”) and a dark haired woman of Julie Kavner’s build. I remember when seeing that promo connecting it to “Rhoda” because that show had been cancelled. To this day I can’t figure out what the name of the show was.

But this got me scouting around for obscure shows from that era and I came upon “On Our Own”. A show that seemed destined to fill a “Laverne and Shirley” gap for CBS, this show was about two best friends that worked for the same advertising agency in New York. In fact, the series was filmed in New York. It lasted only one season, had a funky opening theme song, and was recorded on video tape instead of film.

The two leads were played by Bess Armstrong and Lynnie Greene, the latter having played “Young Dorothy” throughout “The Golden Girls” in the 1980s.

While poking around on Amazon Prime Video, I found “On Our Own” and a whole bunch of obscure TV series, available for ad-supported free viewing.  The complete series isn’t there, there’s a few episodes missing, but nevertheless I was very surprised to find such a short-lived show available on digital streaming services 45 years later.

I took a gander at a couple of episodes. It’s basically your typical, late 1970s sitcom. What I absolutely did not remember about the series was the supporting character April played by Dixie Carter. She’s more Suzanne than Julia in this series, but still a hoot with her Southern accent.

It’s worth a watch if you have a few moments. Here’s the link: “On Our Own” on Amazon Prime Video.

Caturday.

Truman the cat glares at me in my office

Truman looking over my work progress

With all the all-day meetings I had this week, Truman was displaying a bit of impatience when it came to pets and treats at the appropriate time. I tried to explain to him that sometimes the one that provides the treats has to talk to people elsewhere in the world. He didn’t care, he said they were probably dog people, and then he gave me a little bite on the leg to reinforce the point. That’s one of the things he likes to do, a little bite to get the point across. It’s only one bite at a time, there’s no other aggression and if I present my arm again he turns away. He just likes his kisses to count, I guess.

Calmer Now.

So, now that I took a short nap and I feel a bit calmer about the day’s events, I say this without a trace of hysteria in my voice.

This country is a ShitShow.

Anyone with an IQ higher than the speed limit knew that conservatives were stacking the Supreme Court expressly for the decision to overturn Roe v Wade. Anyone that claims the belief of what the latest round of judges said during their confirmation hearings is lying. There is no rule of law. It no longer matters if you lie under oath. We’ve lived through a Presidential Administration where hundreds of laws were ignored, subpoenas were tossed aside, and few questions were answered. Take off your seat belt, use lead paint, throw some asbestos confetti, the law no longer matters. There is no established law. Precedent is gone and it can be overturned by moody judges with an agenda.

Women are second class citizens. Full stop. I expect that by the end of next year, perhaps sooner, they will be relegated to cooking, cleaning, and carrying children until they are barren. Then they will take care of the whims of their husband, divorce will probably be outlawed, and they better have the pipe and slippers ready.

The gay stuff? I ain’t going back in the closet and I’ll probably be shot for it but at least I’m true to who and what I am. I don’t care. There’s no law, there’s no civil discussion, there’s no civility.

Foreseeable elections will be so compromised because of phony election laws and gerrymandered districts and over-regulated voting regulations to the point of no return. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I’m happy I’m on the back happy of my life. Grateful. Thankful. I remember what was.

The question is, who will collapse first, me or the country?

This Is How I Feel.

What is wrong with you people voting for those that put these idiots on the Supreme Court? Who could be so pathetic that they need the Supreme Court to tell them what they can and can’t do with their bodies?

This is just the beginning. And I again I will state, if they come for my marriage I will disavow, disassociate, and dissolve any relationship I have with anyone that supports this idiocy.

This is not the United States. This is a travesty. At best.

Bridgerton.

BRIDGERTON ADJOA ANDOH as LADY DANBURY in episode 101 of BRIDGERTON Cr. LIAM DANIEL/NETFLIX © 2020

We are continuing our viewing of season two of “Bridgerton”. It’s not my favorite of the historical dramas; this season in particular was slow to grab my attention. However, the latter half of the season has picked up for me a bit and I am enjoying it.

I am particularly impressed by a few of the characters, including Lady Danbury portrayed by Adjoa Andoh and Queen Charlotte, portrayed by Golda Rosheuvel. Both are fine in their roles and I find them both enchanting.

I don’t want to give away spoilers, but compared to season one, this season of Bridgerton seems a little less “steamy”. It is quite enjoyable nonetheless. Perhaps it’s trying to align itself with the likes of “Downton Abbey” a bit more. Earl doesn’t like when I ask about the fountains and the revolving stages in the early 1820s. He says I should just sit down and watch the show.

And that I shall.

 

Yep.

I have been on a work meeting, non-stop mind you, since 6:00 AM. I am writing this entry at 4:21 PM. Non-stop. Breakfast at my desk. Lunch at my desk. The meeting continues as I type this. I’ve cancelled my flight for today to accommodate.

Passed.

I took my written exam for Instrument Rating-Airplane today. I’ve been not looking forward to this exam because written exams tend to make me nervous. I passed the exam with an above average score and I am quite pleased with the result.

The written exam is one of three tests associated with becoming an Instrument Rated pilot. I now have to complete an oral exam and a checkride with an FAA examiner. I’m about a month away from doing this; and I look forward to that opportunity.

Marketing.

It seems nearly 11 years later, Facebook and other marketing mechanisms have figured out that my Dad died in 2011. I didn’t get any “buy this for Father’s Day!” marketing notifications during this gift giving season, in fact, I didn’t really remember it was Father’s Day until personal tributes and photos and the like started appearing on Facebook at the beginning of the weekend.

If Dad was still alive, I’d probably take him up in an airplane with me in the left seat and him in the right seat and we’d talk about us both being pilots and we’d have big grins on our faces.

I never got to do that.

Caturday.

It has taken a while but I believe Truman and the dogs have come to an understanding about playtime. When Truman retreats to the lowest shelf at the end of the kitchen cupboards, he is to be left alone. I’ve noticed over the past week that when he’s “Cat on a Shelf” the dogs walk by and look at him but there’s no sniffing or whining to play or anything like that.

When Truman is in a feisty mood he may leave the shelf and go to another spot in the kitchen, where he’ll give a friendly swat to a passing dog and then they’ll start running around a little bit. He usually then immediately retreats to my office which is apparently another “safe spot” in the canine-feline understanding going on in this house. Once he’s by my desk, the dogs come to a halt.

It’s just the way of the world.