Misanthrope – Sunday’s Lighter Side

If you feel a bit under the weather,
If you feel a little bit peeved,
Take granny's stand-by potion
For any old cough or wheeze.
It's a cure for hepatitis, it's a cure for chronic insomnia,
It's a cure for tonsillitis and for water on the knee.
Have a cuppa tea, it will make you feel better,
Have a cuppa tea, have a cuppa tea
Ray Davies, The Kinks “Have a Cup of Tea”

Cowboys, Lesbians and Housewives. That is our TV viewing on Sunday night. We eat around 4 p.m. or 5 p.m. and tune into Deadwood on HBO, followed by The L Word on Showtime, take a hour break and then watch Desperate Housewives, when it is on. I love Sunday night TV. The only reason we have what seems like every premium channel is that it’s all tied into a big package that includes cable modem. Breaking up the package would save barely $10 or $15. This package deal is not unlike what the movie theaters offer for just 25 cents more you can get a soda so big it has its own undertow.

The Kinks*. I renewed my interest in the Kinks a couple of weeks ago when I purchased a greatest hits package. I was a big fan for many years beginning in the mid-1970s. They are probably the most underrated band from the British Invasion back in the 1960s. You have most likely heard them and don’t even realize it. The HP commercial about printing your pictures is a Kinks tune called “Picture Book.” A favorite Kink’s song of Daughter’s is “Apeman.” The nice thing about going to see the Kinks was they played the college circuit. I watched them at California State University, Northridge, University of California, Irvine, and once at the Universal Amphitheatre before they put a roof on the place. I just picked up a couple more Kinks CDs, I am in heaven. I will have to write an entire post on this band. *Note to B2, I found “When I Turn Off of the Living Room Lights.”

Another Dreary Day. It’s rainy and a bit chilly, of course it’s nothing compared to the weather our readers in Canada and in the mid-west and east coast have to endure. I love rainy cold days. I start the morning off with combining the Los Angeles Times and The New York Times, so I can go through and read the front page of the LATimes followed by the front page of the NYTimes. I do this with all the sections. I stop for breakfast and the morning political shows. All the time the fire is crackling. By noon we are contemplating a nap or if the workout schedule falls on a Sunday it’s off to the gym. Sunday’s are a day when I avoid leaving the house at all costs, because the next day starts the rat race all over again.

Bungee Jumping. Daughter may not do bungee jumping after all, since her mother read the post and forbid her from doing it, as I suspected would happen. I admitted to Daughter that I wasn’t crazy about the idea, but I wouldn’t stop her. I also mentioned last week that her mother reads the site for typos. Daughter’s mother said, tell your father, I don’t read his blog for typos, I read it for On The Mark.

Happy Spring