Norwegian Day Is Not My Favorite Day

**My personal opinion only, and I live and let live*** Today is Norwegian Day, or something like that, and here in Ballard we have some big Norwegian Day parade that has been in existence as far back as I remember (1970s).  I am half Norwegian, so you’d think I’d like this day, but in all honesty I don’t.  When I think of Italians, I think of shouting and hugging and good food and family, when I think of Irish I think pubs and stories and green, but when I think of Norway I remember all the depressed, cranky, sarcastic Norwegians in my childhood and the cranky Norwegians I encountered on my one day trip to Oslo.  Maybe it was the neighborhood, or maybe it was just the Norwegians I knew, but the Norwegian Day Parade does not conjure fond memories for me — I am much more proud of my Scottish and Irish blood (albiet it is a very small percentage of my heritage). 

Norwegian Day Is Not My Favorite Day

It is Daughter L’s Senior Skip Day :)

I was worried Daughter L was oversleeping today but it turns out it is senior skip day at her school :). I remember my senior skip day, 31 years ago (:() — I played golf.  THat was just a few weeks after Jack Nicklaus had surprised the golf world by winning the Masters in his 40s.  That was the year I loved golf so much I golfed 3 times a week (walked on as a single on Friday, Saturday and Sunday) and I was starting to play well enough that the golf coach asked if I’d consider playing golf, not realizing I was a senior.  Funny how much I loved it then – I don’t feel that way at all now.  I don’t know how you can have soo much passion for something then none at all.  

It is Daughter L’s Senior Skip Day :)

Childhood acquaintance battling cancer

P was a kid from another neighborhood but who’d we bump into from time to time in sports.  THere were a million such kids who were long ago forgotten but P was memorable because he was a plus-sized kid (had metabolic issues) who was a fantastic athlete.  He scored every point on his basketball team because of a deadly shot and hit long home runs in little-league baseball.  When we were adults we played softball with him; he was still plus-sized and still a great athlete – he was a great infielder and hit long towering home runs once or twice every game.  Later, he helped lead another team to a state softball championship…  He wasn’t a happy-go-lucky guy, but *was* easy going and pleasant to be around, and I never remember him being angry or frustrated, not once… Just learned he is battling cancer that is likely terminal.  Bleh.  And double bleh.

Childhood acquaintance battling cancer

Kenny Easley — my favorite Seahawk and possibly my favorite football player of all time – nominated for the Hall of Fame

Growing up in a family of Seahawks fans in the 70s and 80s, there were three things I always looked forward to on Sundays: how many yards would Curt Warner rush for, how many receptions would Steve Largent have, and just watching Kenny Easley play. I loved Kenny Easley.  He was so fast and so smart and so good, and it seemed like he was always around the ball, and it was as much fun to watch him play in Seattle in the 80s as it was to watch Ken Griffey Jr. play centerfield in the 90s. So I am thrilled he was at last nomiated to the Hall of Fame.  Possibly the only other player I enjoyed watching play as much was John Elway, which is funny to think about since I was a Seahawks fan… If I could pick any NFL player to watch play again on any given Sunday, it would be Kenny Easley in the kingdome or John Elway in mile high stadium.  

Kenny Easley — my favorite Seahawk and possibly my favorite football player of all time – nominated for the Hall of Fame

Liked riding through the old neighborhood today

Like most kids, I liked Halloween time, most of all the thoughts of haunted houses. October is also one of the few times I like dark, cloudy days. So it was fun today to ride my bike through the old neighborhood today to return some movies, especially since today is rather cloudy.  It reminded me of Octobers during my grade school days. Generally, I don’t reminisce about childhood, but October is one of those times )

Liked riding through the old neighborhood today

Strange vivid dreams last two nights

Two nights ago, I dreamed about my old neighborhood in Ballard, except the homes behind us sat on a rise and they were large opulent houses, like something you might find in pockets of Magnolia and Capitol Hill.  In my dream, my parents were living in that area behind our house, and for some reason we kept trying to head there to visit, but despite ts close proximity were running into problems such as two dogs that kept getting in front of our car.  There was also a woman there about our age who didn’t like me, kept calling me obnoxious, which hurt my feelings… I always have haunting/strange dreams about the areas surrounding my childhood home (in the past few months, the area above the Locks was a wooded hill, the land behind us sat on a hard to reach point, and many times in my life I’ve dreamed the gulley at the end of the block was a dangerous jungle/forest), so that wasn’t unusual. I believe the person who didn’t like me was a girl from my childhood, E, who always found my hyperactivity annoying; she and I never really hung out or talked, but had mutual friends plus attended school together, so we saw each other often. I remember in our tween years she was always making sarcastic comments around me and she lived in that area in my dream, so I suspect she made a random appearance there.  I have not seen her or thought of her other than in passing in over 30 years — strange how that happens ๐Ÿ™‚

Last night, I dreamed I was on the bus from downtown, which I dream about sometimes.  The route was a long meandering one that my dream concocted, and there were two hipster guys (random people generated by my dream) who were sitting back by me, yakking it up and passing out treats from their deli.  I ended up at a local pre-school, and I was supposed to join the school on a local field trip to the zoo, which was downtown in my dream, but we stopped for cupcakes first; I was concerned because I forgot to check in at the front desk and didn’t want them to think I was a stranger, so checked in with one of the teachers and was told that the person who had sponsored me was sick that day but I was welcome to join them another time, which I declined and left, but as I was leaving I was concerned because the school bus (which looked like a train) had pulled out in front of a car and nearly been hit, so I was worried about the driver’s ability to keep the kids safe.  Then the dream switched and I was in our car with wife M, abd we were trying to drive up Queen Anne but having a difficult time of it, because first an older couple in front of us was driving way too slow, then they got behind a small car pulling a boat up the hill so it was even slower going, and I was really frustrated, complainingn about people who drive too slow and don’t pull over to let other cars by and also about people who walk out in street instead of using sidewalks.  Then the car in front of us lost some of its boat supplies, so we got out to collect them but the people kept going so I was telling M we should just keep them. WHile we were stopped, we got pulled into a strange party that was a mixture of cake baking and a mystery theater and a costume party, and I was worried in my dream that the party was going to get really weird.  It was a strange dream, and I was glad when the dream ended ๐Ÿ™‚

Strange vivid dreams last two nights

Watched Goldfinger for the first time — and loved it.

I have seen bits and pieces of Goldfinger over the years, but never watched it end to end.  What I always remember, of course, is Oddjob’s hat and my friends giggling about Pussy Galore when the show was on TV.  But we watched it end-to-end last night, and it is truly one of the more entertaining of the James Bond films, and probably in my Top 5 for favorite ones (the Top 3 would be 3 of the 4 of the James Craig movies, and I have a fondness for For Your Eyes Only since it was the first Bond film I watched in entirety).  But it was one of the more complicated (but strangely believable) Bond films, and COnnery does a superb job in it (he is confident but also has a few moments of genuine nervousness). I also love the villains: Goldfinger, Oddjob and Pussy Galore are wonderful characters.  What a shame I had not watched it until now, but then again, it was a great way to sepdn the evening last night.

Note: I was a late James Bond bloomer.  I was 14 before I ever heard of him, partially because I didn’t watch a lot of TV or movies as a kid, since I was so darn restless all the time.  Most of the TV I saw as a kid were sitcoms (Taxi, MASH, Barney Miller, All in the Family) that my parents watched in the evening, since I could play (usually action figures) while they watched in the final hour before bedtime.  I was about 13 when I started really watching movies, and watched For Your Eyes Only with a group of friends on cable TV in our basement.

Watched Goldfinger for the first time — and loved it.