Musings & Thoughts for Thursday, November 17, 2022, or: A Quick Life Update from Lovely Lithia

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Hi, there, Dear Reader. It’s a chilly morning here in Lithia, Florida on Thursday, November 17, 2022. As I write this, the temperature outside is 60°F/15°C under partly sunny skies. And while conditions are not exactly the same as the ones I described in detail in yesterday’s Remembering Cheryl T post, they are – unsurprisingly considering the time of year – similar to them. Enough, at least, to throw me into an emotional tailspin such as the one I felt after my mom died seven years ago.

Today’s post will be short because, my friend, I’m tired. I’m not only still feeling the impact of long-repressed emotions that I never realized were still there after a half century, but also writing yesterday’s post was physically demanding. I don’t know if any of my regular followers noticed, but I posted Tempus Fugit: Remembering Cheryl T- 50 Years Later, Part the Third close to 11 PM.

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That’s unusually late for me, and for a brief period of time – around 8:30 PM Eastern – I felt that I would not finish the post before midnight; I had just finished the section of the post where I tell the story of how Cheryl T loaned me her sweater on a morning almost exactly like today’s, and I was still not quite done with the damn mini-memoir. I pushed myself to finish it, not even pausing to eat a Big Mac that my ex-girlfriend’s middle son, J, bought for me at Mickey D’s because his mom was spending the night at her new beau’s house.

I’ve spent part of my morning making a few edits here and there and adding some YouTube music for, you know, underscore – a soundtrack, if you will – and even though I have had a cup of café con leche, I have not eaten anything since yesterday morning. My appetite is gone, so the Big Mac is still in its McDonald’s container and will be my brunch after I publish this on WordPress. I don’t think I’ll tinker with Tempus Fugit: Remembering Cheryl T- 50 Years Later, Part the Third any further; I think 13 hours of writing, proofreading, revising, proofreading again, adding illustrations, adding music, and revising and fact-checking are enough work, especially for a blog that may or may not generate advertising revenue in the future.

A Few Updates

Because I spent Monday, Tuesday, and yesterday working solely on the Remembering Cheryl T. trilogy – which was not intentionally conceived as such – I have not done any life updates regarding my so-called life here in Lithia. So, without further ado, let’s get to it.

(C) 1942, 2022 Warner Bros. 4K UHD packaging (C) 2022 Warner Bros. Home Entertainment/Studio Distribution Services

The package with my 80th Anniversary 4K UHD/2K HD/Digital Copy set of Casablanca arrived on Monday at 2:03 PM, per the tracking information on my order’s page over on Amazon. I have, of course, not watched the 4K edition of the 1942 Best Picture winner; I was, um, preoccupied with other stuff, and because its themes of love, loss, and regret are too close for comfort now, I contented myself with redeeming the digital code before I forget and the damn thing expires.

(C) 2015 Oxford University Press

I also received – that same day, I think – a new copy of Peter Caddick-Adams’ Snow & Steel; the one that I bought a few years ago and reviewed here looks like it’s going to fall apart for no good reason. The spine is coming loose,  which means the book is hanging by a thread – almost literally – to its hardcover. I thought about creating a holiday wish list and including a new copy of Snow & Steel as one of the items I need/want, but I don’t know how well that will go down with readers. So, I decided to buy a new copy on my own, even though it meant adding more charges to my credit card account.

Aside from that, I don’t have anything to tell. I obviously have not had time to game, and I have not touched Movie Magic Screenwriter 6.x either for the same reasons I have not played Regiments, FreshWomen, Acting Lessons, Cold Waters, or any other of the games I enjoy regularly.

I better get going, Dear Reader. I need to eat something even though I don’t want to, and I also must shower, wash my hair, shave, and put on clean street clothes. I also should – but probably won’t – go out for a walk. Lord knows I need to do that, but all I want to do is read a book or watch a movie and not do anything else. I’m obviously feeling down about life, partly due to my present situation, but mostly because I miss home – wherever that is – my mom, and the feeling of being loved and appreciated.

And on this note, I’ll close for now. Until next time, Dear Reader, 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.

6 thoughts on “Musings & Thoughts for Thursday, November 17, 2022, or: A Quick Life Update from Lovely Lithia

    1. I just ate my first meal since yesterday, so at least I got some nourishment. Writing stories with highly emotional content can often have strange effects on me.

      Thanks for the kind words. I hope you’re feeling better as well.

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      1. I’m still a bit weepy; I am making a few revisions here and there, plus I have Rachmaninov’s Adagio from the 2nd Symphony playing.

        I’d never told this story before in such detail, either. Abridged versions, altered versions, but never (till now) the “complete” story.

        I’m pleased to see that you’re on the mend, Pooja.

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