Status - Health: Cold - just some residual congestion; although I have a headache
now, I don't think it's related. Feet - hurts when I walk, but I can walk
at my normal pace for short distances. Still can't run, and it seems like the
pain was less a few days ago. Taxes: finished today. California makes them a
pain; their instructions seem even more complex and less helpful than
Virginia's. Surprisingly, I should get refunds from all three this year (unless
I've made a mistake, and T doubts that they give my returns more than a cursory
glance).
Up in the City again yesterday - was compelled to call the Outer Banks
from a phone booth between Golden Gate Park and Twin Peaks, had a sudden
urge to speak with my goddaughter V. As ever she sounds great, and
fortunately didn't injure herself during their recent skiing holiday in
Colorado, unlike her older sister (broken wrist, after just three hours
on the slopes) and her dad L (busted elbow). Spoke at length with both her
mother P and L; this trip was
their return to Steamboat Springs (where they met) after a 17 year hiatus.
Naturally much has changed. Despite his pain (which L described as being
"exquisite") he sounded in fine spirits. And mine are pretty good too.
One of the newsgroups I'm following of late is comp.software.year-2000 - it
contains many postings debating gloom & doom Y2K scenarios. A term bandied
about there is "Pollyanna", which I was unfamiliar with until now. Seems
it's defined as 'a person regarded as being foolishly or blindly
optimistic' <1>.
Further Internet probing revealed that this was a movie, Hayley Mills' first
for Disney. She's someone I hadn't thought about for many years, but after
studying the inevitable web
site, I realized she was as much a component of the early 60's
"British Invasion" as James Bond, Mary Poppins and Petula Clark. Here
are her movies from that period, her zenith (I know I saw at least
three of them):
1961: The Parent Trap
1962: In Search of the Castaways
1963: Summer Magic
1964: The Moon-Spinners
1965: That Darn Cat!
The oddest factoid I discovered is that she married a man 33 years
her senior; and they had a son named Crispian (or "Dodge" to his friends)
who is the lead singer for Kula Shaker!