Tuesday Morning

This is definitely the rain we had been looking for all spring. It dropped a lake on our back yard. Even now, thunder continues to rumble.

I’m thinking that I can forget about watering until July, though this is at least two weeks too harsh. Of course, this assumes that we will not be getting any more rain, but it is a good assumption.

Also, the temperature has dropped deep into the sixties. We probably won't need the air-conditioner, as today's high-temperature is not expected to reach the 70s. So, it's like a pleasant reminder that this is still springtime officially, feeling a lot like March. It feels good.

Elvis

In November of 1950, the fifteen-year-old Elvis was moved to help his mother by getting a job as an usher at Loew’s State Theater. It did not go so well.

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The theater manager, Arthur Groom, goes on record as having fired the world’s most expensive talent. The girl who sold candy and popcorn appeared smitten with the brooding young Presley and favored him with some free samples. When another usher informed on him, Presley responded with a roundhouse swing that ended his career as an usher.

-- Steve Dunleavy, “Elvis: What Happened?”

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Reading Life

I have finished “Modernism and Its Discontents”. The ending snuck up on me. That is one of the disadvantages of Kindle. I had not reached the 70% mark, but the book has a lot of endnotes.

I am struggling anew over what to read next. I am fairly certain that I want to hit Marlowe’s “Faustus”, but should I hit it both day and night?, or might this be a good time to pick up an easier novel for my moonlight reading? I am thinking of Jean Rhys’s “Good Morning, Midnight”.

I have Eliot’s “Waste Land” more in my sights, but since that promises to be a very demanding project, I thought it might be a good idea to knock out the Marlowe play first. And that is the plan: Marlowe by day, Jean Rhys by night, and then we tackle Eliot’s masterpiece (if nothing else seduces me away).

Sammy

Judging by how much Sammy is crying this evening, I am afraid tonight will prove to be a rough night. He was wonderful last night: not a peep (unless, of course, I was too dead tired and just slept through it).