The Later Hour
Monday. A decent night's sleep at the motel last night making up for the three or four hours I got Saturday night due to a strange bed (I suppose) and watching, for the first time in a long time, regular cable television after returning from dinner at a local Chevy's with Mr. K. When I checked in I asked if they had a room near Mr. K's, whom I assumed had already arrived, having seen the parked Chevy SUV attached to a large white trailer and they said fine but they weren't allowed to give me his room number. Which I can understand although I'd think the same logic might apply to giving me a room across the hall which I confirmed by calling his L.A. cell phone number. But what the hell, I'd made it in one piece in less than an hour.
No complaints about the local TV news, though. They described the miserable traffic jam I would have found if I'd left any earlier for Oakland. As it was it was a straight forty-five minute drive home, Ms. Emmy more than a little agitated when I came in through the door, the sky overcast (rain for a while this afternoon), the day starting well with a late breakfast at the usual place taking my time over the papers. The world had not ended in my absence, just the same old rapid progress toward the edge. I wonder if that's a piece and parcel of being old enough for retirement: the world looking nastier than I ever remember it when I was young; the Cuban missile crisis and Vietnam not, for some reason, generating the dire warnings of doom I sense today. My age, no doubt. We were fucked then, we're fucked now.
Well on that upbeat note I'm planning to watch Pamie's Samantha Who? tonight on ABC, (9:30 Pacific/8:30 Central), a new series that's been employing her as a writer and she's hoping it will continue to keep her employed for a season or two in the future. Fortunately it's showing after my Chinese soaps air on channel 26. I'd have watched Samantha Who? in any case (really, Pamie!), but it's nice it comes at the later hour.