Saturday. The blood pressure had been 136/82 last night and so took a med before bed to get to sleep just after midnight and awaken just after six in the morning, so not the best of night's rest. Up to walk to breakfast noting the police were aggressively keeping people from parking along the lake, arriving at the restaurant to find the patio set up, but settled in at my table in the inside dining area to start on the papers feeling OK after whatever sleep I'd gotten last night.

The plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee, finishing up at nine to set out for home under a bright sun, taking the usual set of flower and sidewalk pictures.

Up the hill and home to take the selfie in the lobby before settling in at the computer and start with all this. Nice sunny day, they're saying a high of sixty-eight later, maybe stick my nose outside again just to see if I can do it twice in a row.

Ho, ho.

Later. Watched the PGA match and took an hour or so nap and that was pretty much the afternoon.

Evening. Watched some thirty minutes or so of Spaceballs, the 1987 Mel Brooks Star Wars parody at eight. Winced through half of it, but appreciated pieces of it as it went along as well. Again makes my wonder how comedy holds up over time. Does it change as I and society change with age? I don't remember if I saw the thing when it was released when I was living in Napa and didn't have access to other than the Napa theater at the time or if I saw it later, but I suspect I saw at least the beginning of it this evening for the first time.

Mel Brooks, now well into his nineties, has been a consistently brilliant comedy writer/director/producer throughout his life, starting with writing for Sid Caesar in the fifties, doing the 2,000 Year Old Man recordings with Carl Reiner, then The Producers, Young Frankenstein, Blazing Saddles and Get Smart. The list goes on.

And?

My parents met Brooks and his wife Ann Bancroft in the winter of 1968/69 when they were on vacation in the Caribbean to discover the Brooks were vacationing in the same duplex, not really knowing who they were, but getting to know them reasonably well in the week they were together. I was stationed in Korea in the army and received a letter describing their encounter and I explained in a return letter who they were starting with Caesar's Hour.

Anyway, a reason I've kept an ear open for anything Mel Brooks has been up to these many years and so Spaceballs: I watched some thirty minutes of it before giving up and heading to bed, managing to stay awake for a second night until just after midnight. We'll see how much we end up having to pay for that tomorrow.