‘Little House on the Prairie’ is getting rebooted — maybe Melissa Gilbert will schlep out West once again
Time for to-dos and don’ts
Not everybody’s the same. Check your fingers. Different sizes, different shapes.
Our Maker is infinite. We’re infinite — fat, tall, dumb, smart, some speak through spit like Bernie Sanders — some through selling out their country like Menendez.
One day — you’re everything. Then Our Maker’s finger tweaks — and for some reason you’re suddenly nothing. Rent’s increased, system’s decreased, home needs repairing, plumber didn’t receive your check.
So what happens to a Somebody who suddenly becomes nobody?
First, dump your cellphone because nobody calls.
Find a secondhand or used bookshop.
Cancel your magazine subscription. Only a peeing dog cares about it.
Try the crossword puzzle you couldn’t do last month.
Call that plumber.
Forget taking party clothes to the cleaners.
Movie? Great to see another Clark Gable film.
Proactive duties
Try exercising. Maybe that right knee could flex again.
Realize you’re Everybody — and try to get an appointment with a doctor.
Mop the kitchen. You got something better to do?
Consider a walk. Short walk. Very short walk.
Call your remaining friend.
Realize you really don’t even like your remaining friend.
Pick a fight with your plumber.
Rearrange maybe the drawer where your Monopoly sets all fell down.
Try to do something constructive — which you can’t — if you could you’d still be working.
Call the plumber again.
Play Solitaire. Cheat. Who’ll know?
Tear up old Nancy Pelosi photos. No fast rule behind this. It’s just a good idea.
Hustle real estate. Everybody does.
Forget expecting a full cup of coffee when ordering a Starbucks latte.
Forget looking for a parking spot.
Forget trying to get the house painter to fill in that spot he missed.
And do the crossword puzzle — on Monday.
Send a thank-you note for that Christmas present you returned.
On a hope & a ‘Prairie’
And more than 50 years since its NBC premiere, “Little House on the Prairie” gets rebooted as a new Netflix series — tune in. In case you missed it the first 11 times. (No word on if Melissa Gilbert will schlep herself West once again as little Laura Ingalls Wilder.)
Take that broken bracelet to be fixed. Why? Why not. What else you got to do?
And pledge allegiance again to Dwight D. Eisenhower. Or his heirs. Listen, it’s never too late.
And tweeze those gray hairs sprouting up. They don’t look great when meeting a new CEO.
Find another plumber.
Call your dentist. Stay friendly. You may not need him now — but you never know.
And do not wake Jim Acosta.
Only in New York, kids, only in New York.
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