Musings & Thoughts for Saturday, January 22, 2022, or: Reflections on a Cold Florida Winter Afternoon


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Hi there, Dear Reader. It is early afternoon here in Lithia, Florida, on Saturday, January 22, 2022. It is a cold, gray, and rainy day here in the Tampa Bay area. The current temperature is 52˚F (11˚C) under mostly cloudy skies. With humidity at 95% and the wind blowing from the north-northeast at 10 MPH (15 KM/H), the wind-chill factor is 51˚F (11˚C). Today’s forecast calls for light rain throughout the day, and the high will be 60˚F (16˚C). Tonight, skies will be partly cloudy, and the low will be 45˚F (7˚C).

As you can imagine, today is a “Florida Winter” day. The rain comes and goes – sometimes my room gets dark because the rain clouds obscure the sun; other times it looks like the skies are clearing up and the sun will shine brightly for a few minutes until the next batch of clouds obstructs its visible light. It’s not a beach day here in west-central Florida.

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The Caregiver is not home – she’s visiting her ailing boyfriend, who is in hospice care at a local hospital due to liver failure caused by years of heavy drinking. The guy – who has had to go to the hospital at least once a week to get “drained” – is now in the “terminal” part of his condition, which I suspect is cirrhosis of the liver.  He was last here on Tuesday and has been hospitalized since then; I think that for him, the end is nigh.

As a result, the house feels a bit cheerless and quiet. The Caregiver’s three young adult kids are doing their own thing; the oldest is in his room, either gaming or sleeping. The middle son is upstairs tending to his studies, and the youngest, the only girl of the trio – is heading out to work.

Consequently, this will be a good day to wander out into the Common Room and watch a movie or listen to music outside of my room. I don’t get to do that as much as I used to when the Caregiver’s boyfriend was here; he would lie on the couch for hours on end, watching NCIS reruns on cable while nursing a drink, or two, or three. He would take breaks only to wheel himself out to the front porch to smoke a cigarette, then it was either back to the couch to watch crime-related TV shows and movies or he’d pop into the master bedroom and sleep for a couple of hours.

Will I go out to the Common Room and relax out there, or will I stay in my Fortress of Solitude? I have no idea. I should get out of my room for a change; no one says I can’t. If I stay in my room is purely by choice, especially when my two contemporaries are not at home. I will probably take a book and read for a while – if I watch anything It will be later in the evening.

(C) 1971, 2021 MGM/UA, Capitol Records, and La-La Land Records

In case you are following the saga of my Fiddler on the Roof – 50th Anniversary Remastered Edition 3-CD reissued soundtrack album, I have good news.

As of 11:41 AM Eastern today, my package from La-La Land Records arrived at the Regional Destination Facility at Ybor City. That distribution center is across the bay from Lithia. If the Post Office had Sunday delivery, I’d be listening to Tradition or Sunrise, Sunset tomorrow afternoon. As it stands, though, it looks like I will get my Fiddler on the Roof – 50th Anniversary Remastered Edition set on Monday.

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“Tears shed for another person are not a sign of weakness. They are a sign of a pure heart.”José N. Harris, MI VIDA: A Story of Faith, Hope and Love

I also want to mention that one of my long-time Internet friends, Marcia Anderson, died from pancreatic cancer last night. She was a creative, talented, beautiful, sassy, and brilliant human being, and she touched the lives of many people – some of whom, like me, never met her in person but got to know her through her online writing, her art, and her social media posts. And although I am glad that she is no longer in pain, the world is emptier and less cheery without her unique presence.

That’s all the news I have for you, Dear Reader, so I’ll close this one here. Until next time, stay safe, stay healthy, and I’ll catch you on the sunny side of things.

Published by Alex Diaz-Granados

Alex Diaz-Granados (1963- ) began writing movie reviews as a staff writer and Entertainment Editor for his high school newspaper in the early 1980s and was the Diversions editor for Miami-Dade Community College, South Campus' student newspaper for one semester. Using his experiences in those publications, Alex has been raving and ranting about the movies online since 2003 at various web sites, including Amazon, Ciao and Epinions. In addition to writing reviews, Alex has written or co-written three films ("A Simple Ad," "Clown 345," and "Ronnie and the Pursuit of the Elusive Bliss") for actor-director Juan Carlos Hernandez. You can find his reviews and essays on his blogs, A Certain Point of View and A Certain Point of View, Too.

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