Thank God it’s Finkday. I think. Not so sure.

Kay leaves today.

For those of you who don’t know, my dear friend of 16 years lives six months in the States, and six months in Slovenija, the country of her husband’s family. Today, the Thriller and I are going to her fabulous house in the country to bring a picnic lunch and to help close down some things in preparation for their house-sitters to move in.

After 3 years of practice, you’d think I’d be better at the letting-go thing. But with her being so busy teaching over there, and me with my BU classes, Lars and Helen’s wedding next month, fall mainstage musical, holiday stuff, and Dinner Theatre, the time will likely go by fast. Not fast enough, but passably fast. Soon it will be April, and…

What am I talking about? Let’s get through the next month first. (Right, Helen???)

Silly pictures from my last day with Kay on tomorrow’s post. I promise not to post any of the boo-hoo variety. Next on the docket – eBay Day with Heidi, then Mavis and I make quiche. Yummy.

Fink out.

I don’t give much credence to the old husband’s tale about celebrity deaths and natural disasters that supposedly happen in threes. So it was particularly odd to read about three “celebrity” deaths in as many days.

Comedian Bernie Mac was supposed to pull through his bout with pneumonia.

He suffered with a condition called sarcoidoisis, but the pneumonia was apparently unrelated to his disease, which was reported to be in remission.

I read that he was a true success story (albeit later in life than most), who watched his money carefully and was good to his family. He went from the projects of south Chicago to superstardom in films like Ocean’s Eleven and Charlie’s Angels.

He died on 9 August. He was only 50.

Isaac Hayes paved the way for a slew of soul musicians beginning in the 1960s.

I remember him best for his recording of the theme song to the movie Shaft back in ’71. We all thought the song was terribly naughty, and I made sure I always turned my radio down if it came on while my mother was around. I mean, Hayes said horrifying things like “damn right” and “he was a bad mutha” (at which time his background singers quietly scolded, “Shut yo mouth!”). That was jaw-dropping stuff back then.

Anyway, Hayes was 65. He died on the 10th.

Then there’s Anthony Russo (photo credit, Associated Press), who also died yesterday, at 71 years old. He was responsible in part for the dissemination of the Pentagon Papers, which exposed some nasty stuff about the US government and the war in Vietnam. He helped his pal Daniel Ellsberg copy the 14,000 pages of top-secret US military/political dynamite and submit them to the New York Times for publication. Gutsy.

So that’s three famous people. What’s that tell you? Probably that there are only seven days in a week and 260 million people in the country…the odds are in favor of multiple instances of death, birth, going to the grocery, and walking the dog.

But it makes for good copy.

Fink out.

Wahoo, shopping day with Kay. We both need school clothes.

Going to the Lodi Outlet Mall. Their website is “under renovation,” as is their location, apparently. Bob told me a couple of days ago that they’re changing everything over to a “train station” theme to generate business. I read on the Tremont Realty Capital site (photo credit) that Lodi took out a cool $56 million loan for the project. Yikes.

It also appears, by the look of their splash page, that they’re trying to snag us crusties at the grand opening on 30 August by having “live tribute performances by the Beatles, Beach Boys and Monkeys (sic).”

Heh. Ad copy definitely written by someone born after 1970.

Happy Finkday — it’s almost the weekend.