Yeah, Friday after the shingles shot I wound up so exhausted I couldn't do anything, and I had a headache and muscle aches. For part of the day I just went back to bed, but I didn't sleep, I just listened to the BBC player app for a while and laid there. (I was also cold, so it helped to be in bed)
Part of the day I watched TCM; they were re-running the old Laurel and Hardy movies.
I have strong memories of these; my father and his two brothers were big fans of the comedy duo (and now I realize: they made most of their movies when my dad was a tiny child and his brothers were not born yet, so either they must have seen them on tv - it was more common in the earlier days of tv for networks or local stations to just show old movies - or maybe there was a revival theater somewhere where they saw them.
It did make me slightly sad. My only REAL connection to them is my dad having liked them. Oh, they're funny, I guess, but the humor is more slapstick than what I like and some of the humor is kind of dated. Though I guess you have to give credit for a lot of the "effects" being stunt people or even them doing their own stunts; I think rear-projection and matte paintings for backgrounds were really the only thing that commonly existed in the mid-30s.
Another thing I remember: a standard greeting-or-goodbye between my dad and his brothers was to do that thing that Laurel did, of sort of scratching/fluffing his hair up from the top.
And it makes me think: most things, you never know when you will see or do them for the last time until it's long past. I THINK the last time I saw that greeting between them was a few years before my dad died, when both the brothers had come down with their families - or maybe it was at a cousin's wedding.
I also didn't watch Flying Deuces when it was on; this is the one where they joined the French Foreign Legion and at the end there was a plane crash that killed the character Hardy played (later implied to have been reincarnated as a horse). I remember it making me very sad as a little girl, and my dad having to remind me it was just a movie, and that after they stopped filming the actor got up and went home and was fine. (Of course, by that point in time, both Laurel and Hardy had passed away, but my dad didn't mention that).
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Saturday I was feeling better, but I had some grading to do and we had 20-odd applicants for a position I had to start sorting through. I only got about half of them done before I gave up, but that was most of the day gone there.
After that, I thought "I need to do something at least a LITTLE fun" so I ran over to a town to the east where there's a little "mercantile" (mostly: a vintage/resale shop, but they have a few Amish foods and things like fancy soap).
I bought a loaf of bread by a local Amish baker, and a candle. (There were no "antique" type items I wanted).
And then back home. Worked a bit on the Dragon's Breath socks while watching Poirot, but made a mistake, so put them back into time out for a while.
Yesterday, I pulled out the "Ruggles' Reversible" scarf and worked on that again; I've finally gotten the rhythm of how the pattern works so now it's easier.
It would be nice to finish something; I want to start something new but feel like I have too many things going on.
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