Monday, October 20, 2014

Monday, Monday

Monday starts with a shrug, a sigh, an ugh.
A feeling of dread, a kick in the head.
But Monday isn't that terribly bad,
Not compared to some other days I've had.

Sunday, October 19, 2014

Get Hip To This Timely Tip

Tim Hauser 

The sad news that Tim Hauser passed away sent me back to the first time future hubby and I heard the Manhattan Transfer. Let's just say we were still in high school. One listen to "Java Jive" and we were fans for life. We saw them perform at the Roxy on Sunset. We bought every album. We adored them on every harmonic level. So imagine how ferklemp I got when I learned that Tim Hauser was a dad at the preschool the eldest attended. After a school event, hubby and I spotted him walking to his car. In typical SJG fashion, I blurted out, "I love you! Your music, I mean." And he smiled, humbly and said thanks.

Saturday, October 18, 2014

For Me?

"For me?'

I'm not sure when he started it, I forgot to ask him, but based on this photo, taken when he still had hair, it was most likely in the blissful marital stage known as B.K. Before Kids. Photos. Home movies. My whole life, he told us to say, "For me?" As in, "You mean all this attention is for me? Bring it! I deserve it." "For me?" says delight and surprise and Ed McMahon at the door with big news: "Mazel tov, you've just won Publishers Clearing House Sweepstakes!" But we didn't need Ed McMahon at our door. We already had our grand prize. We had Ben Starr, a sweet, funny daddy who kept us laughing daily.

For you. Always. 

Happy birthday, Daddy. Wherever you are, I hope it's wonderful.

Friday, October 17, 2014

Small Town Withdrawal

Ladybird Diner, Lawrence

(Sherman Oaks) The blog must go on. A case of jet lag, an inexplicable urge to yell, "Go Royals!" and free-floating confusion jeopardized the Short Jewish Gal's ability to write her blog this morning.  There were reports that her aging pup named Dusty might step in and lend a paw, but then he heard about her love of Lucy the Spaniel from Lawrence, and refused to help. Then her concierge allergist, who lives two blocks away, stopped by for $250 an hour, and diagnosed her with a rare form of STW. "She's got Small Town Withdrawal," the doctor said. "A minute ago, she couldn't stop talking about the ease of finding a parking spot, the restaurants where you never wait more than five minutes, and that cute diner with the cheesy grits. To shut her up, I gave her a nice big shot of something wonderful and told her to stay away from pollen. She's fine now, I think, but with her, you never know. Just don't ask her about the artisan Oktoberfest beer she had the other night. She might go over the edge and never come back." After her doctor left, the SJG stood on her imaginary front perch, and babbled incoherently about blueberry pie.

Don't worry, I didn't eat the bacon.

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Lucky Charm

Dear SJG,
Hope you had fun in Kansas. You were certainly quite the good luck charm for our Royals!
See you next time,
Cathy's Hubs

Dear Hubs,
Some people just bring the juju wherever they go. I'm so happy I could help the Royals advance to the World Series for the first time in... uh... wait, it's coming to me: 29 years, bitches!
You're welcome,

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

The SJG In The Library With The Wi-Fi

Lawrence Public Library

It's been a while since the SJG has stepped foot in a library. When it comes to fact-finding, or a close approximation, I'm a digital diva, a Google gorger.  Lazy? How dare you. I'm hurt by that.  Aren't we judgy? Just calm down. On Tuesday, I changed my ways, mostly because Cathy Hamilton, my hostess with the mostess, my cohort in play-writing, said the Lawrence Public Library was the coolest, most ultra hip and modern place to hang out and work. "Prove it," I said. You know how I get when I've only had three cups of coffee. It takes till the fourth cup for me to behave in a semi-human fashion. Once inside the newly-renovated architectural wowzer, I became a believer. This particular library is a thing of beauty. I'm afraid this Lawrence library has spoiled me rotten, with its high-speed Wi-Fi, it's glass-encased study rooms, its sparkle-plenty environment. I'm inspired to finally build the SJG Library of Higher Kvetching. Fundraising begins the second I touch down on my home turf later today.
People who work in glass study rooms sparkle with brilliance.

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Lucy, I'm Home

This is Lucy, my new dog. Isn't she cute? She follows me around my house in Lawrence, Kansas and -- what's that? Sorry, I can't hear you over the melodic wind chimes. This isn't my house? Oh, right, I live in Sherman Oaks. Good looking out for the SJG. And wait, did you just say Lucy isn't my dog? Lucy belongs to the Hamiltons? Oh, okay. I forgot. It's just that she's so fluffy and portable. She hops on the sofa next to me and -- what's that? Remember Dusty, the 12-year-old pup you think you gave birth to, but let's face it, that would've been a really trippy pregnancy? Okay, so, to review: This is Lucy, Cathy's dog. This isn't my house, but Cathy & Co. have made me feel so much at home, I got a little confused. It happens. Good thing I'm going back to my real home tomorrow, just when I've finally adjusted to the time change and can get farmisht all over again.