while waiting for the show to come on

Lovely pic I found on FaceBook

Email to the girls who were in my womens lib group back in the Sixties..

7:30 am

It is early morning. I slept in my back bedroom last night where TV is. It was so nice being back in my bedroom.  Frank painted it and made it pretty hanging up Bill’s paintings and tapestries.

Plus my bed is so comfortable compared to the cramped little futon couch in tool room where I slept for past 6 weeks to be close to the heat.

I watched TV all evening, for first time in 6 weeks. I never did turn the sound on. But it was thrilling wonderful and exciting to be watching TV again.

It sure takes the edge off the isolation and I was not desperate to have someone call me on the telephone.

I hadn’t realized how much companionship TV offers. All you really want is a chance to see other people going about their lives. It doesn’t matter if it is make believe as in movie or "reality" as in the reality shows.

You just want to see their faces and watch them express emotion.

This morning I woke up to a cartoon and that was just as satisfying. I got caught up in the story and it became just as believable, the people seemed just as real as in the movies.

Of course I have been waiting till 8 am when the show about womens lib is ‘sposed to come on.

We'll see if it actually does.

Each time I turn to that channel, which I have never watched before, it seems to have very strange stuff going on. It does not appear to be a channel which would show a 3 hour PBS broadcast.

But who knows. I just want to see the first hour about our movement.

There is blue sky to the west now but cloudy sky everywhere else. I wonder what today’s weather will be like.

I am just so happy to be back in my bedroom back with my tv.

LOL it’s like I spent the past two months in a cave.

O Priscilla took off across the yard. It’s a joy to watch your cat race across the yard.

And when I took my eyes off my TV this morning and turned around there she was sitting on my windowsill in front of the open window. I was so overjoyed.

She spent the 2 months I was in the tool room with me.

But she rarely comes to my bedroom. I was so hoping she would. And I was so happy to see her sitting on my windowsill watching me.

I wonder what today will be like. My only plans are to ask Jim to drive me to credit union before swimming so I can take out money to pay Frank to paint my bathroom. Then to swim, then to come home.

I wonder if I will spend my afternoon in my yard or in front of my TV.

Or at computer. Probably some of all three.

For two months I spent 98 percent of my time alone with my thoughts in my little bed in tool room. I don’t feel like I have the stamina to do that again for hours on end.

It wasn’t something I chose to do, who would choose it! It was where life put me. And wouldn’t let me do anything else.

Of course now I believe it all had a purpose and I will come out ahead from it.

Well I have been up for more than 2 hours waiting for the show to come on and now it will come on in 10 minutes. I hope the wait was worth it. But maybe there wasn’t anything else I could have done anyway.

It was probably too cold in front of my open window at 5:30 AM to sit here at computer.

What else could I do but burrow under all my comforters and watch TV and wait for my show to come on.

And it is exciting to look forward to something. To have anticipation.

The first show I watched after no TV for two months (TV has been on all this time tuned to the old movie station). And when I moved back to my bedroom last night there was Woody Allen. 

It was fun seeing his face on my TV. I got a thrill. And looked forward after I organized my bedroom again for living in it again, to watching him.

It’s 8 o’clock show is coming on now

Ten minutes later

I tried to watch the show, it lasted 4 seconds. I loved being in womens liberation but the show is too heavy handed for me.

The actual experience of womens lib was young women in the Sixties having an adventure of a lifetime.

The Sixties was all about liberation. It was  like a springtime for the planet. Liberation was breaking out, budding blooming blossoming everywhere. We were part of that great wave.

To describe it in this dark heavy-handed way, as the woman was saying when I walked into my bedroom for 4 seconds is to miss the spirit of it. Which is to miss the life of it, the heart of it, the being of it.

Girl lighten up! To show clip of Ralph Kramden saying he will send Alice to the moon as an illustration of how bad things were for women then, is to be a total asshole.

Honey where is your sense of fun.

I didn’t get the Honeymooners when I was kid watching it with my mom after “I Love Lucy” on Monday nights.

I loved “I Love Lucy.” But “The Honeymooners” seemed like he was yelling all the time.

But now it is one of the joys of my life.

That show is fun!!!

And womens liberation was fun. That is how girls liked to have fun back then in the ‘60s. We were intellectuals, we were revolutionaries, we did love pursuing truth together. And we had a ball at all our actions. They were exciting fun adventures.

And what is as wonderful as unity! We were united for all women.

Unity is actually bliss.

It was what brought the bliss to womens liberation.

Being an isolated individual is not a happy way to be. Unity is joy. It is the joy of one-ness.

I never had it before womens liberation, I never had it afterwards. But I had it the year I was in womens liberation and it was great.

Well the birds are all over my backyard now. It is so much fun watching them. It’s like a birdie party. The sparrows and the pigeons. The flighting and alighting. The pecking at the morsels of food I put out for them. Nobody wanted to eat those peanutbutter pretzels so I put them out for the birds who are enjoying them.

Love and kisses, Annie