After yet another surreal day at work, walking for a few hours with 600 some odd children through the largely empty, blighted streets of eastern New Orleans, (long story)
I got home and went straight to bed (again).
That part's pretty typical of every day, however.
I'm trying to fight off a hacking cough, none too successfully.
Anyway, I awoke a few hours later famished, with nothing to eat in the house but rice a roni and diet coke.
A few minutes later, poorly cooked, due to a microwave on its deathbed, my "meal" was "ready."
So, here I find myself on a Friday night, huddled up under an electric blanket, eating burned rice a roni and watching Joan Rivers shill her jewelery on QVC.
"It's one of the first things Edgar gave me. I wear it all the time," she croaks.
I'm not sure why, but there's something oddly comforting about her voice. I don't know why.
It goes back to childhood memories of watching her on the Tonight show, perhaps....long repressed memories of getting to stay up late on a Friday night after another nightmarish week at school.
Who knows?
2 comments:
I don't know, that doesn't sound like such a bad Friday night to me. I'd take a little Joan Rivers right now instead of packing orders all day and night. :P Well, wait, no I wouldn't. LOL. Packing's a bitch, but at least it doesn't hurt my ears.
Are you going to write about your New Orleans East trip?
Yes, I too want to hear about the freedom march you've been on recently.
Marshall knows this...I watch Joan on QVC every once in a while when I am able to catch her on that channel. I don't really care for the jewelry, but her voice is strangely comforting. You're right about that.
I also remember her guest hosting stints on the Tonight Show, and I even own one of her comedy LPs. Yes, an LP.
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