I read a blog post the other day. The author is a young woman who wrote about how she wants to be in a remake of Harold and Maude, except with the genders switched (young woman, old man). She, of course, would play the young woman, and she thinks the old man should be played by…Woody Allen.
Just the idea of this is wrong and bad, and bordering on blasphemy. Don’t even think about messing with perfection.
The year was 1970. I was in 4th grade. What little nine-year-old girl doesn’t need a BFF? I was shy, so I couldn’t presume to think the likes of Barbie V. and Mary Claire N., the populars, would call me one of their own. I was scared of Julie K. and Joni B. ~ they were kind of tough and floozie-like. I zeroed in on Patty V. and Terry W. One day I walked up to them on the playground and asked if I could spend some time with them.
Patty V.: Do you like the carpenters?
Me with a very confused face: Well, yeah?
Patty V.: OK, you can be our friend.
I grew up in a house that listened to WCCO (The Good Neighbor To The North and all talk) and 1010 Polka Radio. I knew nothing of popular music. It was weeks before I figured out the carpenters had nothing to do with men who build things. When I deduced The Carpenters were a “singing group” I decided to ask for one of their records for Christmas. Then I was a real fan. I had to be if I wanted to hang around with Patty and Terry.
For a couple of years I was the biggest Carpenters fan there was, because I thought it made me cool. Give me a break, it was the ’70s and I was a total nerd.
Fast forward to the year 2012. Husby and I got a new car, now known as the Space Pod. With our new car came three free trial months of Serius radio. I was tooling along listening to the ’70s channel when to my great surprise I heard The Carpenters. The problem is, through the many decades since I was in 4th grade I decided I didn’t like The Carpenters anymore. What’s worse, I don’t think I ever did!
Oh sure, I floated back to the playground of St. Mary’s of the Lake school and remembered making new friends by confirming my acceptance of carpenters, but not The Carpenters. It made me laugh a little. Except this dang song has been in my head for three days now. I decided to share it with you, because if you listen, you can be my friend.
Actually I thought if I put this story and song out to cyberspace it would also get out of my head. Check back with me in a couple of days to see if it worked. Please don’t hate me for doing this and possibly dooming you to days of sha-la-la-la-la in your brain.
Ever heard the phrase guilty pleasure? Of course you have. I’ll be you even have one or two. Lately I’ve been hearing about TV shows being a guilty pleasure, mostly those reality shows like Real Housewives or The Bachelor. To me there is nothing “real” about those types of shows and frankly I have no time for them. My guilty pleasure is on another channel.
Every Saturday at 6:00 p.m. I tune into MeTV to watch something even more unreal than reality TV ~ the original Batman series.
Don’t judge me.
Totally unreal but more hysterical than you could ever imagine. I remember watching Batman when I was a kid, but these days it’s even better because they show two episodes back-to-back. The first episode ends with a cliffhanger and the conclusion immediately follows. I don’t have to wait for a week to tune in “same Bat-time, same Bat-channel.” What’s better than that?
I’ll tell you what’s better. I offer some really fun Batman drink charms in my shop. And not that angsty, dark Batman you see on the big screen these days ~ it’s the totally schmaltzy Batman of ’60s TV. Because I love nostalgia.
Holy Merlot, Batman!
All of your favorites! Batman, Robin, Cat Woman, Joker, Penguin, & Riddler
It’s a little embarrassing to admit I spend Saturday nights with the Caped Crusaders. Maybe I’ve got a weird affinity for men in tights. Or a fascination with things like the Bat Computer, Bat Ropes, Bat Spray, and Bat Pills. Most likely I like to watch shows from my childhood and wonder how it is I turned out to be a functioning member of society growing up with such ridiculous influences.
There’s something in the air. The universe is conducting a test, I’m sure of it. The bad juju has been hanging around for months now and it’s wearing people down. It’s a test I tell you. A test to see what we’re made of.
I’ve seen others struggling through sad or difficult events. I’ve heard “what else can possibly go wrong?” after a landslide of misfortune. The synchronicity of these unfortunate happenings between unrelated people is just too remarkable.
One of my challenges is a nagging, free-floating anxiety. A nervousness about I-don’t-know-what. It could be waning hormones or other wonky chemicals. Or maybe I have some deep, dark conflict hiding in the recesses of my mind manifesting itself with sweaty palms and quickened breath.
I haven’t figured out what’s going on with the universe or why its nasty pranks are affecting me the way they are, but whenever I’m feeling especially anxious my brain clicks into the Mel Brooks channel and I get this song in my head. It sticks there for a while too.
It could be worse. I mean, if you’re suffering from high anxiety why wouldn’t you want a sassy song like that playing in your mind? It takes the edge off a little.
Lately I’ve had to do a lot of grown-up things and it’s just wearing me down. Big grown up things like making decisions and providing for myself. Oh, some of you may laugh, but I know there’s a bunch of you out there who know exactly what I’m talking about.
Allie knows what I’m talking about and has depicted her version of conquering enduring adulthood here. I love the productivity chart and can completely relate to it.
When I get worn down by the daily grind of adulthood I lose sight of the joy that is everywhere around me. No one should be devoid of joy. It’s against the nature of life. And when it’s time for me to find some bliss again I look to my heroine, Dame Marjorie Chardem, better known as Maude.
Time for a little Harold and Maude, I believe. Life affirming, uplifting, spiritual and funny. Maude, in her mature adulthood, held onto that child-like wonder and never stopped seeing the world as a place of pure delight.
You can do what you want, the opportunity’s on
And if you find a new way, you can do it today
You can make it all true, and you can make it undo you see…