I’m absolutely hearing that title to the tune of “Midnight Train to Georgia”… and Gladys Knight is singing it in my head, wearing a blue sparkly number. The Pips are in bright white, which I don’t particularly agree with, but they sound smashing, so I’ll overlook the sartorial misstep.
You have to be gracious with your imaginary floor show.
By this time tomorrow, I shall be heading to the airport for a week long (working) trip in Orlando, Florida… I probably won’t do any sightseeing, I won’t have time for amusement parks, and I can’t swim, so I won’t be lounging on a beach… but I hear it might rain quite a bit.
And there’s a sushi bar in my hotel.
1) Jeremy Brett as Sherlock Holmes
This is a deceptive lead in, for I’ve realized this week that the breathtaking and unfortunately late Jeremy Brett as ANYTHING beats most things about the face and neck (you know, things like eating and going to work).
Now that I think on it, he really does deserve his own post… and a statue… and a commemorative stamp.
I was consuming “The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes” on Netflix… but they’ve removed the series as of yesterday.
While I am so terribly glad that I can finally watch “Three Pigs and a Baby”, I would really rather watch Jeremy Brett sit in an armchair with his eyes closed creating magnificent finger tents.
But that’s fine.
I don’t need cultured, dignified entertainment.
I’ll just sit, alone and weeping, while “Monkeybone” is offered up as something I might enjoy.
HOW. DARE. YOU.
Now, this is the point at which someone will tell me that it’s just a TV show, and there are better things to be miffed about, and that Netflix owes me nothing.
To this I can only reply: “my tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it will break.”
Shakespeare said ‘at.
2) SOMEONE was “Freshly Pressed” yesterday.
I’m imagining trying to explain what that means to my grandmother… she’s very literal, so she may think that I have been laundered and ironed in some way.
I have to say, it was a SHOCK (not being ironed, of course… being FP’d), and one of those unexpected pats on the back that I was more than a little in need of yesterday, so thanks, WordPress!
I’m actually having a great time reading all the comments,
3) 144 Days Until Christmas
I can start counting out loud, right?
I mean, it’s AUGUST.
If we get started on our holiday card lists NOW, we’ll be in splendid shape for the season and can enjoy our eggnog and our fudge and our Christmas goose without fear or shame!
People who shall remain nameless can start saving up to buy me the complete Jeremy Brett “Sherlock Holmes” collection now!
I’m trying to help you!!
Monday post will actually be my 200th (so old… so very old…) so there may (or may not) be something special under the tree.
Of course, by special, I mean strange and/or something out of the common way.
I don’t mean special as in a special appearance by Gladys Knight.