I'm wearing a long sleeved shirt tonight to protect against Skeeters. At this point I don't know what else to do, short of slathering myself with repellent over and over again. I've been getting clobbered by the little vampires all week long, eaten alive practically, and the situation has become intolerable. It all started last Saturday, when I was on a CSUN walk with Grimsley. We sat at an outdoor table to chat, and were there about an hour, and the next day I paid the price with those Industrial Strength Bites I told you about. Worst Mosquito Bites Evah! All over my arms. And the thing is, the s.o.b.s are like Ghosts : you never see them, you never feel 'em biting you. You only notice the bites when they've begun to itch, and by that time it's too late.
Then on Monday, I came back to work at Pearl's, and except for my short afternoon breaks, I've been here ever since. And I'm still getting attacked on a daily basis. We go for wheelchair walks every morning, so maybe that's when it's happening. Or maybe there's a Skeet hiding in the house. But these recent bites, I'm telling you, I've never seen anything like them. They swell up like bee stings, and to tell the truth I'd almost rather have a bee sting because the itching sensation is horrific. I did get me some hydrocortisone cream and it does help, but I needed to take preventative action, hence the long sleeves. I read that mosquitos do not bite through clothing. Fingers are crossed.
The thing is, I've never been a Mosquito Magnet before. Oh, I've had the occasional bite here and there (we all have), sometimes a few at a time, but mosquito bites were never anything I had to think about and prepare for. Many times I'd go a whole Summer without one. But now, all of a sudden I'm their favorite target. And the mosquitos have become monstrous. Guess I need to eat more garlic, or something.
I've been watching "12 O' Clock High" the past two nights. Not the movie with Gregory Peck; the tv series, which ran from 1964 - 67, and starred Robert Lansing in the Peck role as an Air Force General in charge of a bombardment group in WW2. I've been looking for this show on dvd for years. For some reason it's never been released, but just this week I've found it on Youtube. Hope it doesn't get pulled! I've seen the movie a couple of times, and it reminded me that I once watched a tv show of the same name when I was little. It used real B-17s and stock footage of aerial combat to recreate Air Force bombing missions in Germany. The main thrust of the show, however, was always a classic dramatic conflict having to do with the crewmen, and the effects of warfare in general. Most of that probably didn't register with me as a five year old, but I always remembered watching that show with my Dad, and I always remembered the airplanes (and the incredible stock footage).
So I'm glad I finally found the entire series available, albeit on Youtube, but the prints are perfect and I'm gonna keep watching, with fingers crossed that it stays up.
Here are the earliest tv shows I can recall watching :
Chuck Jones the Magic Man. Look him up, he was a young magician who had an afternoon show on KCOP 13, and in between magic tricks he would show cartoons, like Felix the Cat. This must've been around 1963/64).
The Patty Duke Show
Flipper
Hazel, starring Shirley Booth
Secret Agent (starring Patrick McGoohan, with the famous Johnny Rivers theme song, which has one of the greatest guitar riffs of all time).
This is all before 1965, before I entered kindergarten.
I think it's interesting and important to go back and revisit your earliest memories, and those that have struck you throughout your life, be they big ones or only the most minute of details. It's interesting because it blows your mind to remember (and therefore relive) something you'd long forgotten, but even more so it's important because it demonstrates to you the Always Living Elasticity of Time.
Time is alive, and it's not linear. It's good to think back, because every single moment of your life is in your head, and those moments are time. So when you think about your past, and you jump around and reminisce about one year, or another, you can keep your whole life alive all at once, and in different compartments, etc.
It's more than just an exercise in nostalgia. It's really about being in tune with your Entire Self, and Who You Are.
Sometimes, the littlest things, the smallest memories will take you on a journey you never would have imagined, things that come up from your brain that make you think - "how could I have remembered that"?
The power of memory is the power of your life.
That's all for tonight. See you in the morning and don't forget the David Lynch Weather Report.
I love you, Elizabeth and I hope you had a good day. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxooxoxoxoxo :):)
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