That would be yesterday, January 6.
Why do I keep hearing Chopin’s Funeral March (Piano Sonata No 2) playing in my head, when I even think of the events of one year ago?
Department of Fee! Fie! Foe! Fum!
“The wheels of justice turn slowly but grind exceedingly fine.”
Or so the old saw says. Moiself can only hope the wheels will speed up when it comes to grinding the bones of the USA’s most recent, grievous traitor, whose name shall not sully this space, but which can be fittingly acronymed as Damn Turd Pol.
Speaking of acronyms for the names of treasonous snakes, Donald Be Cretin = Benedict Arnold.
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Department Of See You Next Year 
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Department Of It Was The Best Of Times; It Was The Worst Of Times
Well, *that* was a bit hyperbolic. Still, going through the file cabinets in my office – MH and I determined to whittle down the various stored documents from eight to four file drawers – proved to be more draining than I anticipated.
Dateline: Monday afternoon…which soon turned into Monday evening. Sorting through most of the files’ contents was surprisingly easy (decision-wise, when it came to what to keep and what to shred), if tedious. It turns out we really don’t need the receipt and owner’s manual for a big ass TV we had 20 years ago… and given our own experiences of going through our respective parents’ files, it is safe to assume we won’t have any interest in neither our offspring’s old report cards nor the seemingly 10,000 colored pen drawings they did of the same spaceship. 
It was also a somewhat educational experience. Or, rather re-educational. As in, re-learning the dangers of having too much storage space – yes, that’s a thing – which we did last year when we went through the attics.  If you’ve a big attic and lots of file cabinets, you can just throw stuff in there and say, I’ll deal with it later, instead of making the decision on the spot. What with online access to almost everything these days, we don’t need to hang onto back copies of utility bills or checking account statements or maps from our various travels, or copies of every veterinary visit summary, or even user’s manuals for appliances. With a few Important Financial Stuff ® exceptions,  most of what we kept are papers that have sentimental value.
We checked with our offspring; indeed, they’ve no interest in their K-12 report cards, projects, etc. But perusing the kid’s folders, from old artwork, letters, school files (special projects; grades; awards; certificates; teacher’s conference notes; school pix and other memorabilia) – ay yi yi.
Even the “fun stuff” was occasionally challenging to go through (read: emotionally sapping). More than one letter or other document triggered moiself into reliving times when one child or the other was being picked on (and in a couple of cases, outright bullied) and/or having a hard time socially. There were also a couple of hilarious-in-hindsight teacher evaluation reports, from our son K’s teachers, on K’s beneficial – and problematic– traits and tendencies, some of which MH and moiself still see today, in how K approaches and reacts to certain situations.
The reminders of our offspring’s’ social dilemmas  were the most heart-tugging. How did we all get through that? I found moiself wondering. And yet, we did.
On the plus side, moiself got to relive the pride I’d had in my daughter’s tenacity, intelligence, and gumption, when I came across a letter Belle wrote in the sixth grade, to her teacher. In the letter Belle stated her case on why she should be allowed to bring her cat to the class show-and-tell pets day. Tamping down her anger over the unfairness of a classmate’s (false, as it turned out) claims as to why Belle’s pet should be excluded, Belle managed to compose a calm, clear-eyed statement of the facts. Using kick-ass deductive reasoning skills any district attorney would be proud of, Belle listed objective evidence to show that Belle’s classmate Cruella  was not in fact deathly (nor even mildly) allergic to cats, as Cruella had claimed. 
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Department Of I Still Miss Siskel & Ebert
Movie theaters in Oregon began reopening on a limited basis in late April-early May 2021. Starting in May, moiself did my best to see a movie in a theater, at least once a week. The following is a chronological list of these movies. My favorites are starred.
Confession: the list includes three movies (marked with a zzz) which I did not watch all the way through. Translation: the movies I walked out of – not in disgust (that hasn’t happened in years), but in disappointment. To bastardize a book title of long ago, those are movies which I put in the category, *I’m Just Not That Into You.* Yep, moiself paid for the tickets, but my hours and even minutes are important, and if I’m disappointed and don’t feel like sitting through it to See If It Gets Better ®, I’m outta there.
Pig gets my vote for picture of the year. Despite its WTF/why-is-this-in-here? “fight club” scene, I found the movie remarkable, and kept thinking about it days later. Will the critics remember to think of it, come awards time ( movies released early in the year always seem to be at a disadvantage)? Plus, all the recognizable Portland area settings – delightful.
– Those Who Wish Me Dead
– A Quiet Place II
– Dream Horse
– In The Heights ( zzz ) 
– Queen Bees
– Hitman’s Wife’s Bodyguard
– Black Widow
– Pig ****
– Joe Bell
– Green Knight
– Free Guy
– Chang Chi and…the very long title, something about rings.
– The Alpinist ****
– Dear Evan Hansen
– No Time To Die ****
– The Last Duel
– Belfast ****
– The French Dispatch
– Ghostbusters: Afterlife ( zzz ) 
– House of Gucci ( zzz )
– C’mon C’mon ****
– West Side Story ****
– Don’t Look Up ****
– Licorice Pizza **** 
House of Gucci was one of the zzzs. Given the subject matter, and the dynamic actors – Lady Gaga and Adam Driver could hold my attention reading electric can opener instructions – it should’ve been more interesting. But Jared Leto, playing whatever role he was playing (some Gucci brother)….eeeeeewwwww. I’m not sure whether to hold him or the director responsible for Leto’s channeling of so many cringeworthy Italian stereotypes.
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Department Of Because, Why Not?
There is a yoga pose  for, and named after, just about anything. And, especially at the beginning of a new year, why wouldn’t you want to try “… a whimsical lateral bend that stretches and balances superficial and deep back muscles to simultaneously improve shoulder mobility and address one of the most common causes of lower back pain. “
Especially when it’s nicknamed, Banana Pose.
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Punz For The Day
Did you hear that a banana tried her first case as a district attorney?
She won the conviction but slipped up on the appeal. 
Q. Why do plantains never slip when they walk down the stairs?
A. They hold on to the bananaister.
My husband asked for a pair of slippers for Christmas,
so the kids and I tied banana peels around the soles of his feet.
Q. Where do bananas go to learn about religion?
A. Sundae school.
Q. What do you call a plantain who gets all the girls?
A. A banana smoothie.
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May you try to see a movie every week, in a theater;
May you feel liberated by a files purge;
May your heart be warmed by that which you find in the files
and decide to keep forever;
…and may the hijinks ensue.
Thanks for stopping by. Au Vendredi!
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 Eleven months, actually.
 If you are a well-adjusted adult, IMHO.
 Unfortunately, we have two.
 Taxes, insurance and mortgage vitals.
 Read; being picked on, snubbed and/or bullied by classmates.
 Not the classmate’s real name, however fitting it seems in retrospect.
 Rather, Cruella, who disliked and was jealous of Belle, was using that claim to have power over Belle.
 I was surprised at how…boring…I found this movie, despite (or maybe due to?) all of its frenetic song-and-dance routines.
 The juvenile actors were appealing, but the nostalgia was not enough for me to excuse the retread, reed- thin story/plot. The return of the same slime ghosts – wow!….NOT. Been there.
 Tried to see it in a theatre, but not playing around here…until the day after MH and I found it on a streaming service. Loved the movie; still don’t get the title.
 That phrase could be followed by, “…for truckers who like to sing to hamsters.” There is a yoga pose for everything.
 Moiself thinks there should be thirteen footnotes, but I only made it to twelve.