After much discussion (and a little aggro from one corner of the club) the Rosetown Ramblers badge has been updated.
You can see the old on the left and the new on the right. Member Gerry did the updating, and kept the original logo while bumping up the club name and adding the LGBTQIA+ colors to the bottom.
Most important to him? Rounded corners. Achievement unlocked, Gerry.
I’ve transferred over my class name (Fame) and my pronouns, and I’m ready for the badge to have its debut.
My resting heart rate bops around in the 65 to 70 beats per minute range. Sunday June 30, was my worst day of Covid symptoms. And my resting heart rate knew it!
I’m on the mend from Covid, but still out of commission. Matt has also come down with some fatigue-based sickness that is not Covid. Here’s what we did.
Waited around for the excessive heat to kick in.
Played 10 Days in the USA.
Watched a an American Playhouse production of The Great American Fourth of July and Other Disasters.
It was written by Jean Shepard, author of A Christmas Story, and so the characters are familiar. It’s an older Ralphie.
The production values are so-so, and it could use a restoration (or an official home on YouTube) but it made us laugh hard twice, so it was a good use of our time.
I like to watch Hamilton on the Fourth, but had just watched it when Sara was here. So I watched La La Land instead.
Having made it more than four years without experiencing Covid-19, I thought perhaps I was one of those people with natural immunity. But I wasn’t feeling well the previous day, and though I managed to make deviled eggs and go out to eat, I just kept feeling worse and worse.
So I tested Sunday morning. As I have done before, I set the test aside to wait the ten minutes for the test to do its work. But at about the three minute mark, I walked by and that second line caught my eye.
I totally had Covid.
Aside from not feeling well (Sunday was the worst day with fever and chills and absolutely no energy), I was bummed that I had made super spreader deviled eggs and hauled myself to a restaurant. I should have tested on Saturday. Then I could have at least eaten the deviled eggs myself.
I suspect square dancing at the Reser was my contamination point. Bummer.
The Reser Center for the Arts hosted Friends of Dorothy: A Queer Cabaret, and the Rosetown Ramblers got to square dance as part of the performance. It was Matt’s birthday, so I made cupcakes and we sang Happy Birthday after we practiced our routines.
In the Green Room, Matt poses in front of one of the dressing rooms.
Here’s the show list:
It was fun to hang out backstage. I think the last time I had that experience was the 1989 recital for the Kathy Lee School of Dance. I got to see drag queens in various stages of undress.
However, it’s entirely possible that hanging out in the Green Room might have had a consequence. More on that later.
The first round of the movie quiz tonight made me feel very smart. Mark, the quizmaster, played the beginning of 10 movie musicals and we had to identify them. The first one was Annie, so I knew I was going to do well.
The ninth one was super tricky. It was from On the Town, which I’ve seen. But it starts with one guy singing and he doesn’t show up again for the rest of the film. Actually, it’s the guy standing above Gene Kelly in that thumbnail. Check out his part:
I’m curious how many teams got that one.
Things went downhill from there, but it’s always nice to have a start strong.
It shows Matt being polite to my aunt very early in our relationship when he was invited for the first time to Greek Easter. The p.s. was incredibly hilarious, given his view of the house decoration now.
Also, he confused the address part of the postcard, making for post office additions. Or perhaps only had half a card’s worth of message.
Sara found the number one thing I was looking for.
When the big reunion of my grandmother’s family happened in 1986, all of the original siblings got a booklet listing birthdates of all the siblings and their children. The last I remembered seeing it was in the hall cupboard, but we went through that without finding it. Sara discovered it somewhere in the corner of the basement with all the books.
What I didn’t remember was that there was a fun poem to go with it.
You can see that the document was typed. It’s possible that my Aunt Pat may have done some of the typing.
Here’s the list of the original 15 and their parents. Following this page is a page for each of the siblings’ marriages and children.
I am very excited about this find. It’s nice to have everything in one place.
You will recall that my mother and I visited the Ole Bolle last September. Sara and I visited so she could see the marvel.
There was a private event at Nordic Northwest, but it didn’t specify that the private event was by the troll, so we headed over. The event appeared to be a wedding not far from the troll, but it hadn’t started yet, so we scurried by.
Sara compares foot size.
I take a picture of his face. He’s a bit more weathered than last year, as is expected.
Sara posing with Ole Bolle.
At the table in the cabin was some white wine and an envelope. I wondered if the envelope might hold the marriage license. We scurried away. Though another group was headed to the troll as we were leaving, so we weren’t the only ones taking a chance that day.
Sara and I took in the pre-Code film Jewel Robbery, which was part of the Hollywood Babylon series. Before the film, this helpful graphic was displayed.
You can see the picture includes all of the “shalt nots.”
We counted quite a few shalt-nots in our movie. Jewel Robbery was fun, though a very brief 68 minutes that has me wishing the tickets were slightly discounted.
Somewhere in our travels, I came across this much appreciated sign in a gender neutral bathroom.
I’m completely for gender neutral bathrooms, especially when the bathroom has just one toilet and one sink. However, my experience has been that it’s quite common to walk in and have to kick the seat down. Drives me crazy.
