I don’t have any one thing in particular that I want to write about today, so I thought I’d just share a few random thoughts from my wandering mind. Nobody asked me, but…..
I just came home from taking care of some business out in Arizona, and I’ve never experienced greater weather in my life. It was cool in the mornings and mid- 70’s in the afternoons. Of course by summertime, it will be 120-degrees in the shade, and I wouldn’t like that a whole lot. I love Arizona, but I’m glad I live in Nashville, Tennessee. I say that for lots of reasons, but the four distinct seasons that we get make for as close to an ideal year-round climate as I know of anywhere.
That being said, it sure is cold here today!
I wish radio and television announcers who do commercials that include toll-free telephone numbers would learn to pronounced the word “hundred.” It’s not one-eight “hunderd” and it’s surely not “hunnerd,” but that’s what I hear most of the time. I’d have gotten fired from my radio job years ago had I spoken like that.
I am thankful that the American Federation of Television & Radio Artists, to which I have belonged for much of my career, merged recently with the Screen Actors Guild. When it comes time now for the Golden Globe Awards and the Academy Awards, I get free DVD copies of many of the movies that are up for consideration. I don’t go to a lot of movies, but it sure is fun to slip a disk in my player at home and enjoy great films free of charge. After watching some, I managed to forecast a couple of winners correctly at the Golden Globes.
I wish Jean Shepard would hurry up and finish writing her book and get it out on the market. Not only would I like to read it, but maybe having it finally published would stop people from writing to me every day asking why they can’t find it in the stores. Jean has talked about the project several times on Country’s Family Reunion, but due to some recent health issues she’s not been able to focus on getting it completed. She is one of my favorite people in the entire world, as well as one of the most outspoken. Her book ought to make for some juicy reading!
Hope springs eternal in the heart of a die-hard sports fan (that’s me), and I’m already looking forward to baseball season cheering on my Braves, even though they appear headed into 2014 with basically the same roster than didn’t get them past the first round of the National League playoffs last year. And I know in my heart that our Tennessee Titans will be much improved in 2014 and will definitely secure a spot in the NFL playoffs. Did I mention that die-hard sports fans are also delusional??
I’m looking forward to the Opry going “home” again at the end of January. I love the Ryman Auditorium and all the history and lore connected to it, but I’m ready to keep my guitar in its very own locker again and to park my car just outside the Opry House and not in a garage on the other side of a busy downtown street. Although, I must admit, the coffee backstage at the Ryman is better!
I think the Super Bowl between Denver’s great passing attack and Seattle’s great pass defense stands a chance of being one of the best ones ever. Which means it will probably be a gigantic bore.
Why do I not mind packing my suitcase for a road trip, but despise unpacking when I get home? A psychiatrist would have a field day with that one.
I want to grow up to be more like my children. My oldest daughter, Terri, fought through a very difficult and dangerous cancerous condition back in the eighties, but still goes to work every day at the same job she’s held for 23-years. My younger daughter, Jenni, spends her waking hours caring for four children, ages 9 to 20, and a very sick husband. But she puts on a smile every day, goes to the kids’ ball games (yells louder than anyone there!) and other events as though she doesn’t have a care in the world.
And my son, Jamey, along with his wife Beth, wake up every day knowing their nine-year old son has cancer. They have three other children who also need their love, time and attention. Somehow, they always manage to find enough of all three to go around.
My kids are my heroes.
Thanks for listening.