from Strong Conviction by Trevor Scott
"Her dark hair, which had been smooth and perfectly combed at their last meeting, was tangled as if right out of the Phyllis Diller school of hair design."
from Still Life With Murder by PB Ryan
" They call this place Falconwood. The Hewitts spend about six weeks here every summer, usually mid-July to the end of August. I wonder why they're still here."
"Six weeks? This castle is for one family to live in for six weeks?"
"The Hewitts call it a cottage," he said, "but it's got over twenty rooms. The boathouse is larger than most people's homes."
Nell stared at the mansion as they neared it, at the scores of warmly lit windows, picturing the two-roomed hovel she had shared with her entire family for the first eleven years of her life.
"Their main house is in Boston on a Brahmin enclave they call Colonnade Row - that's a section of Tremont Street built up with mansions that make Falconwood look like a gardener's shed."
Phyllis Diller. The queen of electrocuted hair. I remember seeing her on TV when I was a little kid and wondering why she hadn't combed her hair before coming before the camera. When I saw her show again the next week and the weeks following, I realised the hair must be her trademark. It didn't always look bad, but even now, all these years later, whenever I see someone with frizzed out short hair, I think of Phyllis Diller. I wonder how many others do the same?
I remember the jokes made in high school, how easy it would be to get the same hairstyle without going anywhere near a salon. Simply wet your hair, then plug your fingers into a live socket. Bingo, Phyllis Diller hairdo. I don't recall anyone who was actually game enough to try it though. Thank goodness.
In last Saturday's paper, I read an article about William Shatner, who is coming to Australia for a national tour some time in October.
Hey, that's today! October first.
Gosh it's almost Christmas....(*~*)
Anyway, let me quote directly from the article:
" William Shatner turned 84 last March, but says he has no plans to slow down as he prepares for a national tour of Australia.
" I hate to sound Pollyanna, but what could be better than going to a wonderful country like Australia and being catered to the way I am?" he says. "I don't touch the luggage, I don't touch the cars, people usher me to the theatre and then I talk on stage for an hour and a half, people applaud and then they buy me a good dinner. Why would I ever retire?"
Well, when you put it that way....of course why retire?
There's more; the article goes on to say how much he enjoys what he does, loves the ritual of show day, he has fun doing the stage routine and finds it relaxing.
Which reminds me of The Rolling Stones. A great rock band, all members in their seventies (I believe), still touring, still recording, still loving every minute of what they do.
And that's the most important thing about working.
Whether you're a rich and famous rock star; a rich and famous TV and movie star who also does stand up comedy; or if you're a nobody working in a shoe factory.
If you love what you are doing, it isn't work. It's fun.
I loved the shoe factory job and if that factory hadn't closed operations and moved overseas, I'd be there still.
Back to the mansion. The summer home the owners call a cottage because their city home is so much larger.
I love big homes.
Not mansions, they'd take forever to keep clean each day, but homes with enough space to walk around in, enough space to store all your stuff and a spare room for visitors to stay overnight if their other option is a hotel.
That's if you like them enough to face them over breakfast.
I see the mansions of people like Madonna, Johnny Depp, Jim Parsons and wonder why on earth they need twenty bedrooms, twenty bathrooms, three swimming pools, four kitchens, forty acres of gardens.
Just because they can?
Whatever it is they have, it just seems to be much too much.
Have a big enough house for parties and overnight guests, yes; but the rest is overkill as far as I'm concerned.
A home that doesn't cost the earth to heat in winter and cool in summer, cosy, comfortable furnishings, a place that doesn't need security guards and three miles of driveway. That's good enough for me.
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