Remembering

Happy Birthday, Papa!

Would've been 70 today.

New show on FOX, Mental...wouldn't be much at all if it weren't for the Kiwi heading the cast...he's quite yummy. But last night's ep had David Carradine guesting as a patient, so I had to watch. Something in his face reminds me of Dad. Turned out to be a tough one...his character illustrated what my dad had always feared, being trapped in his body in a vegetative state. Dad watched Popie spend a year as a turnip before passing, so he was vehement about the ole DNR. And it turned out Carradine's character wasn't brain-damaged, but was wracked with guilt about his wife's death, so he'd shut down, voluntary catatonia. I could see Dad doing that too...had a blast transferring emotion last night. Carradine played the whole role without uttering a word; it was a powerful performance. I don't give a damn about the sexual proclivities that probably killed him; the guy was an artist.

Prepping for SC...packing light this time, doing laundry here; don't want to put out his folks any more than we have to, as they have enough worries. We head up after work tomorrow night, come back Monday. I'm trying to stay positive, but preparing myself for at least one blow-up while we're there. LilSisinLaw is visiting from Columbia, that'll help diffuse some tension maybe, plus having little niece tearing up the joint...I'm thinking of heading out early Saturday to tramp through Hitchcock Woods, praying the weather holds while we're up there. And that the cat refrains from crapping in the tub while we're gone, as a way of getting back at us for leaving her.