Ron and I are both under the weather. Yesterday we both had sinus problems, breathing issues, along with stomach problems. Plus chills. This morning I woke up at 3 am with my stomach in distress and that soon turned into … well let’s say something not discussed in polite society.
Wednesday I went to a doctor’s appointment and Thursday Ron went to a bunch of stores. Also I had to go to the pharmacy. So of course any time I with my system goes out into the “unwashed masses” I get sick. We are debating who gave this to whom.
Last night I went to bed at my normal time of around 5 pm, But I was surprised when Ron soon joined me. He normally comes to bed at around 10 pm or an hour later. But he explained he was not feeling well.
Neither of us felt well and did not have supper. Well today I got up as I wrote at 3 because by 3:30 am I was sitting on the toilet, something that happened for the next few hours. Ron got up, did the same, and then went back to bed.
Only now at around 4 pm are we starting to feel well enough to eat. Ron had made bake and shake n bake pork chops last night that neither of us felt up to eating. We had them tonight with some leftover potatoes and brown gravy.
I am feeling a lot better, but still feel worn out. Ron bounced back again much faster than I did, but that is normal when we both get sick. I am seriously tiring out.
I offered to help Ron clean up, he said he has it covered. I want desperately finish as many bell notifications as possible before going to bed, even though I am very tired.
Which leads me to the name of this post. Because I was watching lots of videos and news stories and got tired, so started watching a Bewitched clip that came up on my YouTube feed. Ron and I laughed at the clip and talked about the house. That clip lead to full episodes, none I had ever seen before. I spent the last few hours watching Bewitched and admiring the house and the great actors / actresses.
Hugs. Scottie
Scottie's Playtime 
hope you both get well soon.
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Thank you. We are both dragging and sluggish. All I want to do is sleep, he is struggling to find a task to settle on. But this too will pass. Hugs. Scottie
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I just wanted to wish you and Ron Happy Easter an hope you both are feeling better soon.
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Hi David. Thank you. Sadly I catch everything going around when ever I am out with the “unwashed masses”. But we are healing. The diarrhea has pasted, and today we are both just feeling very low energy. I am struggling to focus and want to sleep. Ron is also feeling tired and wanting to sleep. Best Wishes. Hugs. Scottie
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I used to enjoy Bewitched when it first came out, so I tried watching it again last year. By the end of the second episode I had had enough. The gender roles were so strongly stereotyped that I couldn’t face watching another episode let alone the series.
I do hope you and Ron feel better real soon
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Hi Barry. Yes we are thank you. Right now I am at the stage of feeling OK but really tired, sleeping 12 hours or more. Same with Ron, he is going to bed earlier. But for me being tired is a bit confusing. High pain levels and lots of pain medications and muscle relaxers make me feel tired also. So I tend to go to bed early. Normally right after eating.
As for the stereotypes, I agree entirely. The restrictions on US media at the time were horribly regressive and prudish morality. Even to the point where any homosexual actions had to be deeply hidden using euphemisms and at the end of the movie / show the gay person had to suffer bad punishment or death. Basically pushing the idea that only straight cis people are good people, anything else is sick, evil, and must be punished. Sort of the world the maga fundamentalist republicans want to take the US back to. Best wishes. Scottie
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We’re sorry to read this news Scottie. Wishing you both a recovery from this and all the best.
Bewitched is a favourite of ours, we have a boxed set of DVDs, sometimes a modest binge on sit-coms is a good way to raise the spirits after a bout of shared illness.
Take care.
Roger & Sheila
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Hi Roger. We are getting better thank you. Still feeling tired, but that is normal for me, Ron is starting to get more energy back. He has worked around outside the house picking things up until it became too hot. It hit 85. So he came in to rest and I microwaved him a bowl of good chicken soup. After that he will take his normal afternoon nap.
But to the sitcoms. I missed a lot of early sitcoms. From childhood my TV viewing was limited. I was once caught trying to watch Star Trek, the original version, and got punished for it. I will spare you the gory details, but the man who adopted me felt that such things as space travel were stupid and boys should be watching WWF wrestling and sports. Needless to say the least painful part of my punishment was I lost all TV access.
That same man when I came back to the US and house, his favorite show was about a talking car with a mind of its own. Remember this was in the 1980s. The show was Knight Rider. In case you might not be familiar was this. The show stars David Hasselhoff as Michael Knight, a sleek and modern crime fighter assisted by KITT, an advanced, artificially intelligent, self-aware, and nearly indestructible car.
For wanting to watch Star Trek I was hurt because he said it was such nonsense and totally unrealistic, but 2 decades later Knight Rider was his favorite show.
There is a reason I changed the lyrics of Day Is Done from asking the child if they have … “Do you have a secret you can tell everyone” to “Do you have a secret you can’t tell anyone”.
One good thing to balance out my reply. The woman who adopted me, her parents were wonderful to me, doing all they could to shelter me and help me grow. My grandfather grew up using teams of horses to work, he worked his own farm, used them to logged for others, then went back home to again work his own farm. He went from horses to the space shuttle and some of my fondest memories were of him taking me to their house knowing I wouldn’t be allowed to see them where I lived, to share shuttle launches on TV and their landings. He was amazed and impressed by the entire aspect of science. He impressed on me a love for the future, science fiction, and science So different from the man that adopted me.
In a way you remind me of my grandfather, not afraid of positive advancements and moving forward. But also bothered by all the hate and strife.
Anyway, this reply got far longer than I should have let it. But thank you for letting me run down memory lane to my maternal grandparents, the only real joys of my childhood. Hugs. Scottie
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I’m glad to you fond memories of your childhood Scottie to outweigh the bad ones.
Thanks for being compared to your grandfather I’ll take than as very much an honour, for he sounds very much the best of the American spirit. Hard working. Can do attitude . Always open to ideas.
As for talking vehicles, sounds like that guy who adopted you must have missed out on
‘My Mother The Car’ staring Jerry Van Dyke.
Plot line: The main character has a vintage car, and his mother died recently is reincarnated in the said car …..Yeah I know…..
It only lasted one series… It made it over here (UK TV was buying up American sitcoms like fury in the 1960s & early 1970s) – I liked it. A rip-off of ‘Mr Ed’ (the talking horse series) – but it was OK.
Canned laughter and all.
Take care of yourselves both.
Roger & Sheila
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Hi Roger. They were my only bright spot growing up. Every Friday Grandpa would show up to take me to their house. Every Sunday evening he would take me back to the hellhole.
During the summer me and my friends would bike all over our farming town, making sure to stop in at my grandparent’s home. Grandpa would be there to check every bike, airing tires, fixing brakes, tightening bolts, and making sure the seats were the right height for each of us. Grandma always had snack and sugary treats to give us that she baked. Homemade donuts, lemon squares, pies, cakes, and so much more.
At their home there was no yelling, no fighting. No hitting or bad punishments. I could watch TV, and they would watch the three Friday show with me. I could eat without being afraid of being hit or having to duck under the table. I could sleep knowing no one would be coming into the room to hurt me, violate me, or just to pee on me.
First would be the Hulk where Grandma and Grandpa would sit in their recliners side by side sometimes holding hands.
Then came The Dukes of Hazard. Then came Dallas. I don’t know if you know of these so briefly The Hulk was the real actor version of the comic, the Dukes of Hazard was about two southern boys with a muscle car wrongly targeted by a local bad guy mayor called Boss Hog and his totally corrupt sheriff targeting the boys and family. Lots of childish fun with fast car chases and incredible car jumps. The boys always got away, and their uncle Jessie was their wise guiding caregiver.
Last came Dallas. More of an adult show that I did not get most of it but loved there sitting with my grandparents as in such a calm place. It was about the scheming wealthy Texas ranch family. I don’t remember much of it because a lot went over my head. But I do know the main bad guy / brother of the family who was named JR really got my grandpa going with his bad stuff. He would tell me during the program “Oh he shouldn’t have done that” and often he would say to me “Oh that JR, Oh that JR, he is bad and what he is doing is wrong. You don’t want to ever be like him”.
Looking back I think they were not only giving me a safe comfortable place for a few days, but they were trying to gently trying to teach me right from wrong and that the way my adoptive parents were acting was not the way I wanted to be. I credit them with my understanding of how people should behave and treat others. Much different from what I was seeing at home.
Grandpa had to sell his wonderful large farm when he was 67. He burned his lungs badly when he found one of his farm hands collapsed in a silo full of bad gas and he went in got the guy out. I never found out how old he was when he did that, but he lost a lot of strength. I was still really young maybe about 7 or 8 when they sold the farm because not one of his sons wanted it. Several years later his youngest talked his dad into buying him a farm but it was never as good as grandpa’s. Grandpa and grandma moved into the same town that my adoptive parents had moved to avoid the child abuse charges against them from my first grade.
From then on they became my oasis in my life. When I was a teen and he was a frail old man who suffered several heart attacks, grandpa took me aside. When it was just the two of us in their living room. He gave me a small talk I did not understand then, but I do now.
He took my hand, and I could see he was upset. He apologized to me. He said if he had known, if he was only younger … he paused and then said … I wouldn’t have allowed it and I would have stopped it. He looked at me and said, “forgive me”.
I found out long after his death that he had paid the costs for my adoption costs along with the fees including my transportation from upper state NY to the lower end of Vermont.
I wish I could see him one more time to tell him I do. How could he know what would happen. His daughter wanted me, wanted to give me a new family and new life. He had no idea the hellhole he was paying to send me into until years later. Then he did everything he could to help.
Wow Roger. Sorry this has gotten so long. Thank you for letting me tell the story of my grandfather. To me he is a great man. Hugs. Scottie
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This is a wonderful and warm tribute to a fine man Scottie.
With these words you have done him proud.
They are out here on the net, and thus he lives ‘for The Ages’, for others to read of him.
Best wishes
Roger and Sheila
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Thank you, Roger. They were the only respite from my hell and to tell you the truth, they never knew most of it. Their daughter had warned me and I knew well the punishments if I told them. But they seemed to understand, they seemed to know. I could say more but right now I am a bit raw. But thank you. My grandfather was a great man in my life, as was my grandmother. Both of them did the best they could for me in the circumstances of the times. I often think they moved to our small town simply to help me. They had at least millions of dollars from the sale of their large farm, they could have gone anywhere. Back to Canada where they were from. Anywhere. But they choose to buy a home in the very town where I was and open their home to me and my friends. Yes he / they were my heroes. Hugs. Scottie
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Bless your grandparents for being there for you Scottie. They must have been the part of you building the strength you have now.
Take care.
Roger & Sheila
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