Sam is my sweetheart and my security blanket. I don’t know what I’d do without him.

So here’s what’s happening regarding our home health aide hoo-hah [see yesterday’s post]. After finding out from Comfort Keepers how much it would cost to hire an aide to stay with me for 36 hours — more than $500! — Sam decided it was just too damn expensive to make that trip to Phoenix in June. He’s disappointed … and I’m disappointed, too.

The point is, I wish I was independent. I wish I could stand up, I wish I could walk, I wish I could make it to the commode every time I had to pee, I wish I wasn’t scared to be alone for more than two hours at a time … I wish a LOT of things. Sam is my sweetheart and my security blanket. I don’t know what I’d do without him.

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I’m enjoying some very old and very interesting movies tonight. They are: Private Detective 62 (1932) starring William Powell and Margaret Lindsay; The Mystery of the Wax Museum (1933) starring Lionel Atwill, Fay Wtay and Frank McHugh; and Doctor X (1932) starring Lee Tracy, Lionel Atwill and Fay Wray. (FYI, I just recongized Preston Foster with an insane wig in a bit part as the mad scientist’s evil lab assistant.) Believe it or not, The Mystery of the Wax Museum and Doctor X were shot in an early (and very cheesy) version of Technicolor!

After I’m done with my movie festival I’ll watch an episode of “Deadliest Catch.” The new season starts next Tuesday and The Discovery Channel is showing a couple of corny in-depth interviews with the captains.

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Please forgive tonight’s short post, but I’m feeling achy, my feet are burning and my laptop’s almost out of “juice.” I guess there’s nothing else to do … I’ll just shut down for the night, take my drugs and hit the sack!

Thank you for reading this.