Meandering Medley

“What is your vegetable of the day?” we asked.  And our waitress answered, “A Melody of vegetables.”  ~ Dor

Our Day 3 Rule is not working!

That is a rule in our house whereby I cook for 2 days but on Day 3 we eat out.

To reinforce this, my meal planning and end results go like this:

1. Day 1 – A fairly delicious healthy meal with protein, vegetables (a melody), a starch, and a fresh salad.
2. Day 2 – Still almost passable.
3. Day 3 – A no longer attractively displayed meal with a slightly unappetizing aroma, and no taste.  I don’t do this on purpose either.  It just happens.

And Bill knows we have to eat out!  Today is Day #3 but I think he has forgotten.

Saturday I went for MRI #5.

Good thing I handle the claustrophobia and loud banging noises well.  I always ask them to play DooWop music but they don’t really know what that is so they get “Oldies” which are never quite old enough.

Ah well.  But I am anxious for the results of this one because BigFoot is no longer Big!  Can this be a happy omen?  The swelling is waaaay down to an almost SkinnyFoot!

The trip for the MRI was also kind of fun since we found our way to a Roanoke, Virginia shopping center and had lunch at the Wild Flour Café.  Isn’t it nice that this old couple can still enjoy good food (not cooked by me!) and good conversation away from home?

Other happiness:

“Sleep perchance to dream.” from William Shakespeare’ s play, Hamlet.

Two weeks ago I had a Sleep Apnea Test (which they prefer to call a “study”).  I must say it was a tortuous experience but they called today to announce that “You do not have Sleep Apnea and your oxygen levels are fine.”  Ha! I have passed the Study! Hurrah!

I do understand why the dr. ordered it though.  He kept saying my tongue was too big for my throat or the throat was too small.

So we started with a finger test at home that didn’t look good but perhaps the finger was too small or the test thing was too big because they think it accidentally slipped off during the night.  No matter.  I sleep like a log – always have – and no snoring either.

The quote above about the Melody of Vegetables is true!  And isn’t this a grand and happy Melody of Meanderings?

 

 

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Whistling for Frankie Valli and The Four Seasons

It was a busy weekend for this imported country girl.  Bill and I went back to “the big city” to visit son and grandgirls for a sort of summer reunion.  The family are all hale and hearty with one girl waitressing at a local pizza spot, another baby sitting, and another looking for gainful summer employment.  They are all beautiful and funny and sweet.

After lots of catch-up conversation and dining out to torment the grandgirl at her pizza spot, we decided to go to the movies.  The film of choice for this ancient grandma was “Jersey Boys” and everyone (in an effort to be kind to their elders) agreed.

The Jersey Boys

The music of Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons still haunts me.  They were a popular group in our halcyon days of youth – the “in sound” playing on the radio while I dealt with diapers and dishes.  I am all grown up now (though still dealing with dishes) and thought I had moved on from those lilting lyrics and tunes.

That was until the story of the boys from New Jersey was resurrected as a biographical take on their music and their lives.   The show was  Jersey Boys!  It was playing in San Diego several years ago and Steve and Viv (my brother and sister-in-law) got tickets.  The performance was complete with look-alike musicians and fabulous singing, and the group sounded just like the originals.

Bill lapsed into what I call one of his “Bronx Reactions,” yelling and whistling for encores.  Thank goodness everyone else in the audience was yelling and whistling too although I must admit he was louder.

Turns out Bill knew what he was whistling for because the same show became so popular it went to Broadway in 2005 amid predictions it would flop.  It just got more wildly popular and became an award winning Broadway musical. We saw it again in Las Vegas.  

More whistling of course.

Jersey Boys is now a movie and we just saw it with the grandgirls.   The shocker for the uninitiated is always that high pitched falsetto voice of Frankie Valli’s.  His music is still haunting and keeps running through your head long after you hear it.  Now four days later, I am still mentally humming Sherreeee!

Now lo and behold Bill and I are going once again to see Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons in person, for real,  this summer!  I have the tickets!

Valli is 80 years old and still performing!  Imagine?  People With Money reported that he is the highest-paid singer in the world, pulling in an astonishing $82 million between May 2013 and May 2014, a nearly $50 million lead over his closest competition.

Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons began filling the air with love and romance way back in the 60s.  They scored 29 Top 40 hits, one Top 40 hit under The Four Seasons’ alias ‘The Wonder Who?’, and nine Top 40 hits for Frankie Valli as a solo artist.  They marked the seasons with their biggest hits like ”Sherry” (1962), “Big Girls Don’t Cry” (1962), “Walk Like a Man” (1963), “Rag Doll” (1964) and “December 1963 (Oh, What A Night)” (1975).   “Can’t Take My Eyes Off You”, which reached number two in 1967, is one of their best-loved hits.    As a solo artist, Frankie Valli released his number one hit — “My Eyes Adored You” (1974) and “Grease” (1978).

 

 

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