So yesterday was my last day at home.

Mom belongs to this club called the Pacific Pioneer Broadcasters, which I think started as being old radio folk, but now just is a bunch of actors and so on who get together and eat bad food once a month in tribute to someone who is both famous and will show up. This month it was Frank Gorshin, and I decided to go, too.

I haven't been in...ever, I think, since I'm usually out of town for the luncheons. Daddy was a member, too, and basically every working actor of my parents' generation belongs, so it's like this monthly check-in with your peers. We went with Bill Erwin, whom I have known my entire life, and shared a table with some other friends of my mom's.

I asked before showing up whether I would be the youngest person in the room by at least two decades, and was assured that that would not in fact be the case. Lies! Unless you count the waiters.

It was fun and hilarity mixed with nightmarish boredom and bad beef, as luncheons usually are. On the dais were Adam West, who never took off his sunglasses, came in the Batmobile, and never stopped referring to himself as Batman (it's a good thing that he never did anything else, the recitation of his resume is mercifully short at one role), Julie Newmar who was introduced as having played Stupefyin' Jones in Li'l Abner, but now is clearly Plastic Surgery Jones, and I don't think was ever known for her brains and quick wit, and Edie Adams, who spent way more time talking about herself than about Frank, but it was cute how she talked round and round, never actually finishing a sentence.

The best speakers were the ones who weren't actually there and sent letters, like Buck Henry. If you're still funny and snappy, you're still working and can't show up at the meeting! It wasn't so bad, really, and Frank Gorshin was very touched by all of this outpouring, and that's always nice to see.

After we got home, since I was leaving today, I had to pack and get my library books together, and carry thousand pound word processors down to the garbage!

Mom and Daddy had bought from SAG probably in the mid-80's two enormous word processors, a printer the size of an elephant, and some various electronic boxes that did God only knows what for a couple hundred bucks, put them in the little room in the garage, and never touched them again. Until I humped them down the driveway yesterday.

Man, you kids today with your laptops and your printers you can lift with one hand, you have no idea how heavy this 80's equipment was! These things didn't have hard drives, didn't have nothing inside, except for perhaps rocks.

I also carried down the biggest microwave in history, but it was nothing compared to that printer.

So many people's fathers have just died, Diane's and Amy's and Jackie's--Jackie's less than a year after the death of her mother.

There is nothing worse than losing a parent, we're coming up to the seventh year of my father's death and it never goes away. Keep these women in your thoughts and prayers.

Today's horoscope:
You're powerful and enhanced at a cellular level. With a properly working body, it's easier to understand the rhythms of a larger system. Put your best efforts in the place where they'll make the greatest difference.

One year ago today:
Please don't let him die soon, Milo was only two years ago, I can't do this again right away. This is the problem with having cats all around the same age, when they start to go it's like dominos falling.

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