The Bed Sitting Room

[Author's note:  The title of this blog is inspired, heck, copied from a movie mentioned below.  It was just so weird, I couldn't resist.  It's like a song sung off key or chalkboard being played by fingernails.  Or, like the whole Mayan calendar thing.  The off-kilter nature of the title has nothing and everything to do with the point made below.] 

This morning I turned on my favorite channel - Turner Classic Movies - eager to sing "White Christmas" along with Bing and Rosemary.  (I sound really, really good in my kitchen harmonizing with Bing and Rosemary.)  Oh!  Oh!  Oh!  OR, to wink with Jimmy Stuart when Clarence gets his wings.  I hungered for the old movies from our forefathers that would provide the perfect accompaniment to the icing of cookies and wrapping of last minute gifts.  

Where the treetops glisten!  Wink-wink!  

To my brother, George Bailey!  The richest man in town!!!

 (Your eyes just got misty.  Yes, they did.  My picture on the left of your screen has a tiny camera.  I can see you.  Shouldn't you be working right now?  And, uhhhh, some of you need to get dressed!)

Today's lineup on the TCM channel looks like this:

The Satan Bug It's sumthin 'bout a mad millionaire and some deadly virus.

Last Man on Earth Vincent Price.  Zombies.

The Bed Sitting Room And I quote, "A pregnant woman searches for LOVE amidst the RUINS of nuclear war." (TCM)  It brings the old SNL skit called "Lowered Expectations" to mind.  "Lowered Ex-pect-ta-a-tions!"  (Is it just me or did should she just be trying to locate her babydaddy?  And, what's up with that movie title?  Did the person not have a good command of the English language or did the sensors "clean it up.")

Five Survivors of a nuclear war, blah, blah, blah...

Alert Today, Alive Tomorrow See Dick run!  Run, Dick, run!  Jane!  Jane!  What happened to Jane?!  Jaaaaaaaaaaaaane!

(Source Unknown)

Oh, yeah.  I almost forgot.  According to either the Mayans or the Oreo, there was no here's-what's-happening-in-your-neck-of-the-woods weather forecast for today.  Just another Friday here on Planet Apocalypse.

Turning off the TV, I decided that I should fill the house with music.  Sweet, sweet, music.  A song came to mind.  It is one of my all-time favorite songs.  I love kickin' it old style with a full-on megachoir.  Sit back in your desk chair and CRANK UP THE VOLUME.  This song sings sweetest at the top of its lungs.  Let it wash over your body.  Let it blow your hair back in a gentle breeze.  Smell it.  Feel it. See it.  The Holy City.

Love the very end.  Ho-ZAHN-uh in the HIGH-ESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSST!

(wait for it...wait for it...here it comes...tears are springing into my eyes!)

Ho-ZAHN-nu-uh for-EV-ERRRRRRRRRR moooooooooooooore!

chill.  bumps.

But of that day and hour no one knows, 

not even the angels of heaven, 

nor the Son, 

but the Father alone.

Matthew 24:36

Bring it, Mayans.  Bring. It.  I ain't skeered.  I gots me a Holy City in my future.  Have a blessed day!  Now, go hug somebody for Pete's sake.

I love you.