My intention was to post a slightly different version of this last night, but we all know where good intentions lead us – or me anyway.
I had a job interview yesterday which took up way more time than I expected and put me off schedule for files that are due tomorrow morning.
When I got back from the interview I felt so deflated and overwhelmed that I immediately fell asleep.
I woke up at 4 AM and realized it was …
National Cotton Candy Day and …
Feast of St. Ambrose of Milan, patron of beekeepers.
oh yeah – and …
I’m another year older
and deeper in debt
53 years ago today– I was born a poor black child – NO WAIT, that’s Oprah – crap, that would have been a cool destiny.
OK – 53 years ago today- on a Wednesday (the day dedicated to being full of woe) - I was born in NY Hospital to Tom and Anne – their first child, my Nana’s first grandchild.
I was to be named Ava, after Nana, but my father refused and a long and heated battle ensued between my father and everyone else on the planet. As was her way my Mother finally threw up her hands in defeat and said – “fine, name her after that hurricane that flooded CT.”
And so it was …
Diane was the costliest hurricane in US history until it was surpassed by Hurricane Betsy in 1965, and was the sixth costliest U.S. hurricane of the 20th century.
The name Diane was later retired due to this storm, and will never again be used for an Atlantic hurricane.
At the last minute my Mom threw in the extra ‘N’ so that her name was part of my name and to endlessly annoy my Father who told her not to do it. I like that.
If you search historic events on December 7 you’ll be overwhelmed with Pearl Harbor.
The only cool historic fact I could find for December 7 was …
In 1787, Delaware became the first state to ratify the U.S. Constitution.
Remember the Constitution? That thing that Bush and Cheney pissed all over. It’s OK, it’ll be back.
1955 wasn’t a big year for events – other than hurricanes.
Eddie Fisher married Debbie Reynolds. That’s pretty cool since I love their daughter Carrie. The marriage was broken up by Elizabeth Taylor. For all you kids out there – think Brad and Jen and Angelina.
When Elizabeth’s husband died Eddie Fisher “ran to comfort her with his penis” – as Carrie says.
Ellen Burstyn was born on December 7 – I’ve always thought Ellen would be a fantastic person to age into. More so even than Helen Mirren who appears to have lost her mind.
Larry Bird was born on December 7. Now me and Larry are 2 very different people. One is a tall, pale Irish person who ran around with a lot of black guys. The other is Larry Bird.
Harry Chapin and Tom Waits were born on the 7th – incredible writers, poetics.
Madame Tussaud was born on the 7th – made a fortune out of wax. All the good careers are taken.
Oh and Jackie Gleason won the Emmy in 1955. I always loved Jackie – he was a working class schmuck with a sweet, sad face. And a very sexy fat man.
This was the cover of The New Yorker the week I was born.
That is the Rockefeller Center I remember.
My son surprised me by leaving little gifts and cards all over the house. He’s working double shifts so I haven’t seen him in days.
My DIL got me a cake.
Funny thing (to everyone except my son) – tomorrow is my DIL’s birthday AND Connie was the horrendous hurricane that preceded my hurricane. Prophetic?
So - lots of hoo-hah in the hood.
On Friday the blog will be 1 year old.
We’ll talk about that later.
I’m going to be a GrandMa!! Yes indeed!
Oh baby – this baby is in for the ride of his/her life …
Granny has all kinds of fun up her sleeve …
And that’s the story …
I’m off to let myself eat cake.