Miss Kyndall Grace Bosley thinks that being tossed into the water is a great deal of fun and will keep asking for more until Grammas arms ache!
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
On a lighter note ...
Miss Kyndall Grace Bosley thinks that being tossed into the water is a great deal of fun and will keep asking for more until Grammas arms ache!
Why is like whine
Here is my question. Why am I able to so successfully tell myself how to behave but equally unsuccessful at following my own instructions?
I think I am coming down with OCD in my dotage.
I tell myself: your office is freezing cold and it makes you miserable but it is almost August and you'll have a nice new boss in January if you can just shut up, suffer and survive. A few hours later I have my hand on my purse ready to stuff it all and walk out. Now we know I can't afford to be unemployed. We know that the labor market in a town of 7000 people is never great. But, I'm ready to leave.
Next: that guy, the one that doesn't want me anymore oh, but he keeps "in touch" ... e-mails, an occasional phone call. I tell myself; just forget about him, disregard e-mail, don't answer the phone, for goodness sake don't send e-mails and don't call him. Do not, under any circumstances go to a softball game hoping to see him. Do none of that stuff. What, are you stupid?
And then, not only do I e-mail, but I go back from time to time to re-read what I e-mailed.
I'm telling you, its OCD. This is very disturbing behavior for a person who never did anything repetitive or compulsive for the first 68 or so years on the planet. And now I'm compulsive, what causes this?
I read a suggestion about telling yourself several good things regarding the day before you even get out of bed. I have so much to be thankful for, and I am thankful. My family is doing very well, employed, educated, enjoying life and each other. My health is extraordinarily good. At water aerobics the other night our young (17) lifeguard/cheerleader/instructor just went nuts when some of us were telling our age ... she kept screaming at me ... "I don't believe you are 70 years old, really you don't look that old."
I have the best group of friends beginning with extended family members from Florida to Michigan to Washington, with whom I now keep up better than ever before thanks to the internet (Facebook). I have friends from school days in Wisconsin, school days in Texas, radio stations in both places, ad agencies and my friends at Monument. I have new friends, found since I retired to this part of Texas, found at each of the wonderful Episcopal churches that have welcomed me over the years, Ascension, Christ Church Cathedral, St Peter's in Brenham and dear St. Francis in College Station. The Houston radio community is just crazy about keeping in touch with reunion lunches, extemporaneous parties, and of course, funerals.
There is no good reason for me to be losing my mind ... so why is it going?
I think I am coming down with OCD in my dotage.
I tell myself: your office is freezing cold and it makes you miserable but it is almost August and you'll have a nice new boss in January if you can just shut up, suffer and survive. A few hours later I have my hand on my purse ready to stuff it all and walk out. Now we know I can't afford to be unemployed. We know that the labor market in a town of 7000 people is never great. But, I'm ready to leave.
Next: that guy, the one that doesn't want me anymore oh, but he keeps "in touch" ... e-mails, an occasional phone call. I tell myself; just forget about him, disregard e-mail, don't answer the phone, for goodness sake don't send e-mails and don't call him. Do not, under any circumstances go to a softball game hoping to see him. Do none of that stuff. What, are you stupid?
And then, not only do I e-mail, but I go back from time to time to re-read what I e-mailed.
I'm telling you, its OCD. This is very disturbing behavior for a person who never did anything repetitive or compulsive for the first 68 or so years on the planet. And now I'm compulsive, what causes this?
I read a suggestion about telling yourself several good things regarding the day before you even get out of bed. I have so much to be thankful for, and I am thankful. My family is doing very well, employed, educated, enjoying life and each other. My health is extraordinarily good. At water aerobics the other night our young (17) lifeguard/cheerleader/instructor just went nuts when some of us were telling our age ... she kept screaming at me ... "I don't believe you are 70 years old, really you don't look that old."
I have the best group of friends beginning with extended family members from Florida to Michigan to Washington, with whom I now keep up better than ever before thanks to the internet (Facebook). I have friends from school days in Wisconsin, school days in Texas, radio stations in both places, ad agencies and my friends at Monument. I have new friends, found since I retired to this part of Texas, found at each of the wonderful Episcopal churches that have welcomed me over the years, Ascension, Christ Church Cathedral, St Peter's in Brenham and dear St. Francis in College Station. The Houston radio community is just crazy about keeping in touch with reunion lunches, extemporaneous parties, and of course, funerals.
There is no good reason for me to be losing my mind ... so why is it going?
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Posthumous
This has been a tough year for funerals and its only July.
We found out tonight that Paul Williams will be inducted, posthumously, into the Texas Radio Hall of Fame. It would have meant so much to him to have been able to stand up and receive the honor in person. He deserves it. He was long a loyal Texas radio veteran. He did it until the very day he died. We didn't get to the event last year because of a ticket snafu but we had attended others including one of the first when my first radio boss, Bill Weaver, was inducted in a ceremony that took many hours to complete. The ceremony will be in the Houston area in the fall. I hope Kathy will be able to attend.
Marty Ambrose will be on the inductee list as well. His sweet wife will probably accept. Marty was the inventor of radio traffic reporting in Houston ... forty plus years of it. He was still on the air after being diagnosed with ALS in the Spring. His funeral was just last week.
This week I went to Ken Grant's funeral. He was already in the Hall of Fame. Can you imagine going to work at Houston radio station in 1949, before anyone had ever thought of rock and roll or top forty radio, and remaining at that station (those stations, KNUZ and KQUE) until they ceased existence in 1997. Forty eight years of remarkable change in the broadcast world, from acetate to blue boxes to cartridges and CD's. Ken was the kindest man, the cleverest man, and he survived through all those changes. It was Parkinsons that laid him low just after moving to North Carolina to be near his daughter, Terry.
All of this serves to remind me how important it is to celebrate the great and special people that we know while they are standing here before us.
One last posthumous note. Many years ago, after a gig by his then wife, Jeannie Seely, Hank Cochran, the Yanceys, and Paul and I, went out to dinner at the San Jacinto Inn. After dinner we came back to our house for whatever we could find for nightcaps and to listen to them play and sing some more. Now, Hank wrote several monster hits, "Make the World Go Away", etc., but his own biggest selling recording was of a song he didn't write. That night he sang it to me,
"Sally Was a Good Old Girl." I've met a lot of famous musicians in all those years in radio but that is the only time one of them sang their hit to me. Hank died this week, too, at 74.
I'm telling you ... it is becoming a posthumous life.
We found out tonight that Paul Williams will be inducted, posthumously, into the Texas Radio Hall of Fame. It would have meant so much to him to have been able to stand up and receive the honor in person. He deserves it. He was long a loyal Texas radio veteran. He did it until the very day he died. We didn't get to the event last year because of a ticket snafu but we had attended others including one of the first when my first radio boss, Bill Weaver, was inducted in a ceremony that took many hours to complete. The ceremony will be in the Houston area in the fall. I hope Kathy will be able to attend.
Marty Ambrose will be on the inductee list as well. His sweet wife will probably accept. Marty was the inventor of radio traffic reporting in Houston ... forty plus years of it. He was still on the air after being diagnosed with ALS in the Spring. His funeral was just last week.
This week I went to Ken Grant's funeral. He was already in the Hall of Fame. Can you imagine going to work at Houston radio station in 1949, before anyone had ever thought of rock and roll or top forty radio, and remaining at that station (those stations, KNUZ and KQUE) until they ceased existence in 1997. Forty eight years of remarkable change in the broadcast world, from acetate to blue boxes to cartridges and CD's. Ken was the kindest man, the cleverest man, and he survived through all those changes. It was Parkinsons that laid him low just after moving to North Carolina to be near his daughter, Terry.
All of this serves to remind me how important it is to celebrate the great and special people that we know while they are standing here before us.
One last posthumous note. Many years ago, after a gig by his then wife, Jeannie Seely, Hank Cochran, the Yanceys, and Paul and I, went out to dinner at the San Jacinto Inn. After dinner we came back to our house for whatever we could find for nightcaps and to listen to them play and sing some more. Now, Hank wrote several monster hits, "Make the World Go Away", etc., but his own biggest selling recording was of a song he didn't write. That night he sang it to me,
"Sally Was a Good Old Girl." I've met a lot of famous musicians in all those years in radio but that is the only time one of them sang their hit to me. Hank died this week, too, at 74.
I'm telling you ... it is becoming a posthumous life.
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