All sorts of unedifying nooze out there today–but let’s have this first. Hyfrydol, a well-known Welsh hymn played here on a mountain dulcimer, by Gwen Caeli: it brought tears to our eyes.
I don’t know if I’ll post any nooze today or not. I guess I’ll try. But thank God we have hymns to fortify our souls.
Last night they shanghaied me back to the hospital and shoved me into an unlit room, couldn’t see a thing. No call button to press. No light fixture. I yelled for help, louder and louder, but nobody came (“‘Cause no one would’ve come if I’d yelled ‘Chocolate!'” –The Smothers Brothers).
First I sleepwalked, then fell back on the bed. It struck me that this was way too big to be a regular hospital bed. When I finally did get the shade up, it looked like my neighborhood outside. Then, shambling around in the dark, I found a door and opened it.
Eureka! I cautiously went down the stairs, hoping to wake my wife so she could tell me what was going on. There we were in our living room. The clock read midnight.
Okay, it was a dream–a frightfully convincing one. It certainly took me a while to realize that it was a dream. If you have a nightmare set in Macbeth’s Castle, that’s bad enough.. But when the monster’s already in your bedroom, then you’ve got a problem.
Gonna take me a while to get my head straightened out.
G’day! Byron the Quokka here, with Lee’s blog. I guess I’ll throw you some TV listings. Lee’s a bit ga-ga today, so cut us some slack. Here we go!
Saturday
12:08 p.m., Ch. 42 WHOPPER WORLD–Liars get theirs
Tired of TV anchormen and assorted “experts” lying to you? Host Huckleberry Hound sure is! His crack investigative team tirelessly exposes Lies by Rich and Famous Nick-nocks. “Scared me right out of the news business!”confesses former anchor Juli McGooley.
1:08, Ch. 60 MOVIE: DIGGING GENGHIS KHAN–Archaeology for people who don’t watch “Whopper World”
Join Harry Larrabee’s Mongol Wannabes as they search for the legendary Tomb of Genghis Khan in all sorts of unlikely places. This week: Double Trouble, New Jersey; Epoxy Station, Utah. Psychiatric services provided by Guess What, You’re Sane!
Sunday
2:02 p.m., Ch. 81 MIMSY’S GUERRILLA KITCHEN–Cooking stuff you never thought of cooking
Actually it should be spelled “gorilla” because that’s what it is: a bunch of gorillas in a kitchen. Someone tied Mimsy to the back bumper of a 1954 Dodge, so the apes are on their own. Special Guest Star: Gordon (where’s he been?) Lightfoot.
Sorry, but that’s all we’ve got for you this week. The Boss runs out of gas every few minutes. Dreaming about being sucked back into the hospital has not left him with a lot of oomph this morning.
And so, for the time being, this is Byron the Quokka signing off.
Don’t bother me about listing only 3 shows! A quokka can only do what a quokka’s gotta do.
Well, here I am at home, at my computer. It’s good to be back.
My heartfelt thanks to all of you who phoned me at the hospital. It meant a great deal to me.
Bob Knight asked me what I’d had done so far, so I told him: chemotherapy, rectal cancer, colon cancer, shaving the prostate gland–
At which point he said, “And you’re still here? Wow.”
And I still have hip replacement surgery to go.
Side effect: I’ve forgotten some of how to use the computer, and I’m in no state to start another novel. I’ll have to come back slowly, bit by bit. I do feel like a castaway washed up on a desert island. But I think I’ll be able to write a “Joe Collidge” tomorrow. [“What? You went through all the pain and agita for that???”]
Let’s see if I can post a hymn.