I may be absent for awhile

You may not see me blogging or commenting on others blogs for a bit.  My way of living is so predictable, so routine that when life throws me a curveball, it’s hard for me to focus on typical, everyday things.

On Saturday, March 18 I was laying on my bed watching youtube videos on my tablet when I was assaulted by an offensive, oily smell wafting from the upper wall vent across from my bed. 

I didn’t have a clue what it could be—I’ve lived here for 6 years and I’ve never experienced anything like this. 

I opened a bedroom window to air things out, and went into the other room.  I could soon smell it coming from the livingroom vent too. 

I called my building’s maintenance and told them the issue.

Two men arrived Monday morning, both claimed they didn’t really smell anything “but you gotta understand, we’re in a lot of apartments every day doing a lot of sniffing”.  They suggested I try opening my windows and leaving them open for the day (which I did, even though it was only 28F outside).

At least the cold air was distracting; but when I got up Tuesday morning, and the smell was still coming in thru the ductwork, I called Steiner Realty again and reported no change.  When they suggested I try opening all my windows again, I raised a ruckus and said they better start looking at the heat/ac blower in my bathroom ceiling, for all I know it’s leaking oil.  Then I got dressed and headed to a doctor’s appointment.

I was happily surprised when I got home and found 3 men in my bathroom, with half of the ceiling removed.  They were replacing my apartment’s blower, and showed me the old motor and said it didn’t have a bad smell but was 15 years old and probably needing replaced soon anyway.  But there was no oil or anything.  The new motor rattles a bit (I’m hoping it calms down with time) but there’s no smells coming from it.  This smell wafting into my apartment thru the wall ducts only comes when the blower ISN’T running. 

For all I know, the young man who lives below me or the young couple directly above me are cooking or smoking meth, and I’m smelling it.  I don’t know what else this could be.  Steiner (my building’s management) certainly doesn’t have a clue.

My sister invited me to come down and stay with them for a bit.  I was thinking a couple days but she suggested longer.  That’s very generous of her (and it’s not like I have anything else going on) so we’ll see.  It will be nice seeing them.  And breathing some good air!

I hope everyone out there in Blogville is doing alright, and you can pardon my tardiness.  Thanks for listening (as always), take care.

This old house: after 50 plus years, I think I’m finally ready to move on

Can I share something a bit long, a bit odd?  Back in mid-February I’d written about going to visit my old apartment here in the city.  My friend Robin emailed me a day or so later and said that after reading my post, she had a dream where she got to revisit her childhood home.

I thanked her for passing that along, then thanked her for reminding me to do the same.  Y’see, since Google Maps began photographing the planet in February 2005, I’ve been waiting patiently for them to capture MY childhood home.  Every so often I’d go on to Google Maps, plug in the address—260 South Cumberland Street—nothing.

And then finally, after 17 years there it was.  That’s my childhood home on Cumberland Street at the top.  It’s weird to see the empty space on it’s left, when I was a child an old Polish woman named Katie lived in a gray tiled house right next to ours.  It was torn down 40+ years ago.

To our right was the Johnsons, and over the years I’ve seen it on sites like Howard Hanna being sold again & again!

Not our house though—the people who bought it and moved in after us are still the same owners. 

We left there the week before school began, in August 1970.  We moved “to the country” 7-8 miles outside of town.  It wasn’t really a farm, but at times we had a couple livestock and a giant vegetable garden.  We called it the farmhouse and made a lot of happy memories there. 

(I’ve talked about our farmhouse before, and after discovering an aerial photograph was taken of it in the 1970s, I shared it here.)

But before the farmhouse, we lived in town in a nice neighborhood that was my world.  One block down from us was a pair of sisters the same age as my sister Shawn & myself, Jackie & Sharon Howard.  One block down and to the right was a girl in my class, Heidi Sisler.  She lived with her parents & brother in an apartment above the bakery.

One block up and to the right was Jeff Tewell and his mountain of comics.  John Lacava. Chuck Zimmerman.  A girl my older brother was sweet on, Lynn Mancuso.  And one block up and to the left from our house was Waynesburg High School.  It’s where my parents attended school in the 1950s, and all my aunts and uncles, and where my Aunt Dena was an English teacher.  I was very excited to go to there someday.

Margaret Bell Miller High School, which is now a middle school 

We walked past here every day on our way to South Ward Elementary. 

And a block west of this school was Greg L.  He was also in my class, and liked to draw like me. 

He had a “Creepy Crawler Maker” where you heated colored goop and poured it into strange bug molds. 

I remember it getting really hot; I can’t imagine it being marketed to children today!

Anyway, that summer of 1970 I made a really big fuss about moving, I didn’t want to go.  But our sister Donda was 18 months old and outgrowing her crib which was in our parents bedroom.  Our sister Shawn’s room was too tiny for a second bed.

And Dad, who grew up on a farm, had recently learned of a larger house in the country (on one of the gas company’s wells too, meaning free natural gas). 

The last week of school, my teacher Mr. Porter had me stand in front of the class and tell them where I was going in the fall.  I told them I’d be attending Leprechaun School in the country. 

(It’s actual name was Lippencott School.  I don’t remember Mr. Porter correcting me!)

For years afterward I’d blame our move to the country everytime something went wrong.  If I was bullied in school, disliked a teacher, rejected by a girl, worried I didn’t have enough friends, I’d think “I’m not supposed to be here, my life was in Waynesburg, on Cumberland Street.”  

But with all things, I eventually stopped doing that and got on with my life. 

    

Shawn, Steve, myself, Duke & our sister Donda celebrating her first birthday on Cumberland St, Jan 30 1970.

Those feelings made a comeback of sorts, the spring of ‘78.  I was a junior at Jefferson-Morgan High School and it was time to take the SATs.  The exams were at Waynesburg College, in town.  After I arrived and got situated, a couple girls came up to me and said “Doug Morris?  Hey guys, look who’s here!”  

I was befriended by a group of childhood classmates I hadn’t seen in years, and it was such a warm experience it made my heart ache a little for what might’ve been. 

Anyway… I was always appreciative of our years growing up in the country.  And with 5 brothers & sisters, we weren’t lacking for company of other kids!  But I think this explains why I live where I do now, all these years later.  Once a townie, always a townie.       

And finally, a goofy but honest-to-God real story

In that house on Cumberland, there were 2 doors that faced one another directly outside the entrance to the kitchen.  The door on the left was the basement steps, the right was a shallow closet with shelves, our food pantry.

Below the bottom shelf in the pantry was a small square cut into the wall with a little loop of twine on the front.  I have no idea how or why it was there, but it’s where I hid my life savings, in a baby food jar.  And I can remember the exact amount in that jar, $2.06.

When I learned we were moving, I thought for sure I’d someday be back so I placed one of my friend Greg’s Creepy Crawlers in that hole to “guard my money”, and yanked off that loop of twine.

We never made it back to Cumberland Street of course, but over the years I sometimes wondered about that hidden treasure of mine.  Was it ever found?  If that house ever goes up for sale (in my lifetime) I’m going to make sure and get a tour of the old homestead—and check under that bottom shelf in the kitchen’s pantry. 

 

To coffee table or not to coffee table; that is the question

A couple months back, my sister sent me this photo and said “A year from now when Sophia is away at college, this will be on my television 24-7.” 

That’s my 18 year old niece Sophia on the tv screen, who is a senior and starts college in the fall.  I told Shawn I believed her 110%.

Meanwhile, isn’t this a nice room?  At the same time, I thought “it’s been 17 years since my sister had a coffee table.” 

When Sophia was a baby and doing a lot of crawling, Shawn decided it was in her kid’s way and they didn’t need it.  I can still remember thinking “this is crazy!  Who doesn’t have a coffee table??”

It turns out plenty don’t have a coffee table, including me.  But I didn’t set out NOT to have one.  In fact, I want one as much as I don’t want one.  I’m faced with a real conundrum here.

When I moved to my new apartment in the spring of 2017, I sold or gave away almost everything from my old apartment, my former coffee table included.  It was part of my “Ethan Allen collection” of 2 matching tables and 3 heavy bookcases, all cherry.

I wanted to go with a minimalist, industrial look—and no matching pieces.  Of the 5 Ethan Allen pieces, I kept one end-table.

I procastinated getting a new coffee table, I liked the freedom of not having to walk around one when I got up from my couch.  At the same time, my living room is large, and not having one makes the room feel empty.  So I finally decided it was time to buy one… then developed severe lower limb edema in both legs. 

My doctor suggested I start walking a lot more (which I now do, daily) and to keep my legs elevated or stretched out in the evenings when I’m watching tv.  That’s when I got off the couch and on the floor, and I’ve been down here ever since.I use my couch as a backrest, and the ivory blanket on the floor is where I do my stretching exercises, watch tv, work on my blog, eat my dinner, read Star Trek Magazine, take calls, drink coffee & plan my takedown of the GOP

I’ve been doing things this way for 16 months now, since October 2021, and have gotten quite accustomed to it.  (Plus it saved my legs.)  Did you know this is not so uncommon?  In South Korea, it’s called “Korean floor culture” and many families do their day to day living on the floor.

(Many have couches for guests, but use them as a backrest, same as me!)

Anyway—lately I’ve been wondering if it’s time I rejoined conventional society and got a coffee table.  I like the idea, but I like the floor too so I just don’t know.  I’m wondering if there’s a way I can have it both ways. 

Here’s a few I’ve been looking at, from Amazon & Wayfair.             

Of the 4 tables above, each one (at one time or another) was my favorite; but I’m pretty sure the final table, the Remus is what I’m going to end up buying if I go this route.  It’s the lowest priced, but honestly that is my least concern. 

I want something with a minimal, industrial look and the reviews said it was sturdy but not heavy.

And hey--if it’s too spare, I can always go with something like the one below.  Amazon says they have plenty of these in stock.          I’m kidding, of course!  Any thoughts?  Suggestions? 

I like it alright, but what the heck am I watching? My Video Roundup, Vol. 5

For people who have been visiting my blog awhile, you know I like to do a ‘Video Roundup’ on occasion, of music videos I’ve discovered and watched several times over on Youtube.

(In fact, you can check them out right here:   Vol 1 is here, Vol 2 here, Vol 3 here & Vol 4 here.)

In the meantime, here’s my latest favorites but these are different:

1. They’re not really music videos.
2. I searched for NONE of these.

These were recommended to me by Youtube for reasons I both do & don’t get.

Still, the same rules apply.  If I watched & enjoyed them several times over… welcome to the roundup!

7. “This guy is the cat’s—I mean bat’s pajamas”

Shortyverse is a graphic designer, Photoshop expert & Spanish artist who likes to take today’s superheroes and re-imagine them in the year 1920.  Supergirl, Flash, Robocop--I’ve watched them all, but I grew up reading Batman comics, and this one is my favorite.  It’s eerie & otherworldly.  

6. “I’ve amassed a closet that would make ANY woman absolutely jealous…” 

DISCLAIMER:  I do not subscribe to Alice Little’s channel.  I have no intention of traveling to Nevada, visiting the infamous ‘Chicken Ranch’ brothel or hiring a sex worker!

Still, I can’t deny Alice (and her 5 most popular dresses) are a guilty pleasure…  

5. “In order to form a more perfect union…”

Who’s the genius that got the bright idea of making Star Trek Original Series trailers, in the style of Mission Impossible from the 1960s? 

This genius, that’s who!   

4. “Meanwhile, at the Friars Club…”

We all loved James Cagney, right?  And we all knew the man could dance, right?  Well, Bob Hope could too and I DIDN’T know that—he surprised me here.

Do you suppose there was ever a time when old fuddy duddies sat in tuxedos and cheered on middle aged fellas having a dance-off after their banquet?  

I’d be asking where the giant cake was with the showgirl inside!    

3. “Let’s see one more of those Star Trek: Impossible trailers”

These are too good to show just one, and frankly I can’t get enough of the evil starship Enterprise.

2. “I know what you’re thinking—what’s a video roundup without the Osmond Family?”

Since the early days of Hollywood, actors (who would never dream of appearing in American television commercials) would have no problem appearing in Asian ones for the loot.  Leonardo diCaprio did a Japanese commecial in 2013 for Jim Beam whiskey.

The Osmonds were no exception, and in the early 1970s starred in 20-25 Japanese commercials for ‘Calpis’, a milky soft drink.  You don’t have to watch this entire video, just the first 2 commercials—you’ll see an awkward looking Marie Osmond in her first acting performance.  “Umm… Calpis!” 

1. “And finally, Clair de Lune for Ampan”

From 2018, Ampan is a gentle female elephant, 80 years old and blind.  She lives on an elephant sanctuary in Thailand, and this brought tears to my eyes the first time I watched it.  I don’t know why.