Saturday 9: “Goodbye”

Took a couple of days off from Holidailies. Sometimes, when I have a lot of writing to do for my job and freelance work, there’s just nothing left in the tank at the end of the day.

But today I thought I’d try a Saturday 9. These are questions inspired by songs. I will admit, a lot of the songs featured on Saturday 9 are a bit before my time so I’m unfamiliar with most of them unless they are Big Band. In fact, when I saw the title of today’s song, “Goodbye,” I thought it was going to be something completely different.*

This song was chosen because it’s time to say goodbye to 2024.

In this song, Mary Hopkin asks her lover not to let her sleep too late. Did you wake up this morning on your own, did someone wake you, or were you jangled awake by an alarm clock?

This morning was the first of nine alarm-free days. Heck yes, I slept in. When there’s no prospect of an alarm, I let my body do what it wants, which is stay up and sleep in late. I am an Owl and I make no apologies for it.

The lyrics reference “a lonely song.” Can you name a song about loneliness? 

As long as we’re on older songs, let’s go with “Lonely Boy” by Andrew Gold.

“Goodbye” was written for Mary by Paul McCartney. He was the one who signed her to her first record contract and produced this and all her Apple Records, including her first big hit, “Those Were the Days.” Looking back on 2024, who is someone who gave you a helping hand when you needed it?

Probably my new boss and the new director at work. The last one (who was both my supervisor and the director) was toxic. So the new two have had to be very patient while I unlearn and let go of the problems she caused, both in my work and my morale.

This video shows Mary performing on The Ed Sullivan Show while wearing a miniskirt. Minis were very popular in 1969. Did you embrace a fashion trend in 2024?

I tried, oh how I tried, to get on the natural gray trend. About four inches into it, I couldn’t stand being silver on top and gold on the bottom with mousy roots in the back, so I went to my hairdresser and begged for redemption. She put a semi-permanent color in that has now faded to a nice, light but warm blonde so that you can’t tell that I have roots. She said that when it faded, I would notice the roots but no one else would, and she was right. I really can’t see roots, at least in the top and the front. The back may be another story but hey, if you’re commenting on my hair from the back, you’re behind me and therefore in a good position to kiss mah butt.

Also in 1969, the Colts lost to the New York Jets in Super Bowl III. The game is famous because of all the hype leading up to it, including Joe Namath “guaranteeing” the underdog Jets would win. Do you have a special sports memory of 2024?

Oh, we’re still on the Jets, are we? The only glee I have right now is that they’re doing better than the Patriots.

But here’s a little story: Years ago, my sister’s ex-husband owned the limo company the Jets contracted with. When she had her first child, one of the players, Reggie McElroy, drove her home from the hospital.

As for my favorite sports memory of 2024, it was the Olympics. Or, rather, all the beautiful, glorious stir the French caused, first by having the metal band Gojira do the opening ceremonies, second with the bacchanal that so many self-righteous, itching-to-be-offended Christians utterly misunderstood and misinterpreted to be a mockery of the Last Supper. France, if you’re taking American retirees ten years from now, please save a spot for me. I adore you.

What’s the farthest from home you traveled in 2024?

Naples. Alas, not Italy, but Florida, for a conference. Here’s the view from my room. Not bad. However, with apologies to any Floridians here, Florida just isn’t my jam. I don’t like the hot, humid weather or the politicians there.

A scenic view of Florida from a hotel room balcony.

What was the biggest purchase that you made in 2024?

A console table and a rug for my home office. The console table was to give my dining room table back to myself because I had all of my coloring supplies there. It was fun to put together: Not one F-bomb, cazzo, or perkele fell from my lips.

A console table holding art supplies.

The rug is not as muddy-looking in real life. It’s really a rich burgundy with off-white, brighter tans, and olive. I replaced the daylight lightbulbs in my home office with warm lightbulbs and I didn’t realize what an impact that would have on the colors. Oh, and a few months later, that rug, which I did not realize would be wool, is still shedding and filling the cannister in my Shark. But it’s nice to see the office coming together. Now that I know how muddy the colors in any artwork would be, I will stick to black-and-white prints for the wall. Maybe prints of some of Picasso’s line-drawings. He did a bunch of various birds.

What was your favorite book of 2024?

The only one I finished was Twilight Empress by Faith L. Justice, so I guess that wins by default.

What are you looking forward to most in 2025?

Traveling farther than Naples, Florida. I hope. I have a work trip to Phoenix coming up in March, but I really would like to travel overseas on a vacation.

Now for today’s ornament, Papa Smurf. He looks like he’s up to something, doesn’t he? Or maybe he’s worried about a wayward slapshot from the Washington Capital ornament to his lower left.

A Christmas ornament featuring Papa Smurf.

*Here’s what I thought today’s song might be. Better lyrics, by far, in my opinion. Maybe this is before your time, in which case, respect your elders, whippersnapper.

Snowflakes and Chill

And so another chill Christmas winds down. Yesterday my sister asked me what I was doing and I said “Just chilling. New Year’s is more my jam.” And it really is. I had to work yesterday and I’m working tomorrow, so today was really more about rest.

Or, more accurately, forced rest. I’ve been working out nearly every day for the past week and I sooooo want to work out right now, as I type this, but I think my quads need a break. Every time I work out, there is cardio involved, so even if it’s not a workout that includes weight-training, it’s still working my legs, such as the inclines on the treadmill and the jumping in the cardiokickboxing. Last night my legs were feeling noodly when I lowered the treadmill from the final incline (12%!), so yeah, rest.

Yeah, not quite Ivan Drago, but it felt like it.

Forced rest on the work, too. I could log in and finish up a piece, or work on a freelance piece, but I find that if I use my days off as actual days off, I’m more efficient on workdays.

Certainly more efficient than goofing off with my gel pens. Hey, look! I finished it!

A mandala of a snowflake.

I had to mess with the contrast, so once again it looks like I spilled something where the shadows are on the paper, but whatever. It’s not art. It’s me binge-watching The Empress and filling in spots with cheap gel pens.

Here’s a better snowflake:

A snowflake Christmas ornament.

And on that note, to all a good night!

Peace Be to You

Here’s my favorite holiday commercial of all time, from the year I was born. I may have posted this in previous years. If so, please enjoy again.

And now today’s ornament, one from my 20s.

A flamingo Christmas ornament.

In college I had a roommate who gave me a pink lawn flamingo for my room (we shared a two-room suite). She also gave me a T-shirt with a flamingo on it. I wore it around my parents’ house on my winter break and ever since then, I’ve had a thing for flamingos. If you know me from the old days of Diaryland—did I really open my first online journal there 25 years ago?—you might remember my flamingo template.

I fell off from collecting them, but I still have one my parents gave me 30 years or so ago, currently residing in my home office.

A flamingo sculpture.

It’s about three feet tall and paper mache, if you can believe that. It’s cracking in a few places and has suffered a few bumps to its toes throughout all of my moves over the years, but I’m not planning on moving any time soon, so there this majestic one stays, looking over my shoulder as I write.

If you celebrate Christmas, I wish you a peaceful Christmas Eve. If you don’t celebrate Christmas, I wish you a peaceful evening. If only we could have peace in the world.