Winnipegers at the Cridge, Emmys, Funny-coloured Fuzzies

Moving day went without a hitch. Mother is now a resident of the Cridge Centre. It's a lovely place and the staff are helpful and caring. The residents get lunch and dinner provided. The kitchen is managed by a trained chef who believes that they should have two different entrees from which to choose. And the food is good there. I had dinner there on Saturday after moving Mother in. We had pepper steak with rice, squash and broccoli. It was tasty. And the tiramisu I had for dessert was great.

Many of the residents play cards. There is a group that play cribbage, and since that is Mother's game I expect she will probably join up. Mother's neighbour across the hall, Archie, is originally from Winnipeg and apparently there are a few other former Winnipeggers at the Cridge Centre. So Mother is quite happy.

I went there to take her some plastic bags and an over-the-door hook this afternoon and when I left her she was happily planning all the friends and relatives she was going to call. The residents have free long distance calls in North America.

What with the good food, the free long distance calls, free Shaw Cable and internet access, maybe I should move in there! Her suite is even bigger than mine! She has 650 sq. ft. I only have 450 (and I think that's an exaggeration on the part of the building managers). Naw, I really do like my suite and besides, I moved there to be close to darling daughter.

Watched the Emmy Awards last night...TV giving itself a huge pat on the back. I watched because I'm a sucker for red carpet fashions and jewels and hairdoes, and shoes. Apparently the gimmicks the producers tried didn't work too well. The ratings were down.

The round stage: James Spader said he got the worst seat in the house (behind all the presentations). Well, with that round stage I don't think anybody had a good seat. I missed the intro with the cartoons from Family Guy singing. By all accounts I didn't miss much. I hated that stand-up comedy routine by what's his name, the unfunny comic. All he did was spit out toxic comments about his employers, the producers of the show. And another vapid acceptance speech from Sally Field. Pretty much a waste of three hours. Maybe next year I'll just watch the red carpet show and skip the awards.

Probably the most interesting comment was from the Saturday night part of the show, the "creative" awards. (Aren't acting, writing and directing creative?) It'll never be shown on prime time TV, though. Kathy Griffen said: “A lot of people come up here and thank Jesus for this award. I want you to know that no one had less to do with this award than Jesus.” Then she made an off-colour remark. The old atheist Prairie Dog would have been chuckling.

Tomorrow is "clean out the fridge" day. There are some funny-coloured fuzzies growing in there. It's time to wipe them out before they come spilling out to swallow me up and take over the world.

Tata...and take care...and PEACE.

How can you put on a meaningful drama when, every fifteen minutes, proceedings are interrupted by twelve dancing rabbits with toilet paper? ~Rod Serling, quoted in Submitted for Your Approval, Public Broadcasting Station, 1995