Quotidian Update 42.iv.b

While I was taking my siesta this morning, aka as sleeping in, the little elves at the supermarket were busy filling the order that I will go pick up too soon because, you know, sleeping in. I think I’m about to shake off the shackles of this virus and start shopping for myself. Wait a minute, I hate that.

In other news…there isn’t any but here’s a cool photo of me talking to the kids. Bear is taking a polite sip from the cat’s water bowl. The wall there supports the 9th hole of the golf course. You can see the tennis court and, in the distance, the weeds along the ditch.

I think today Bear will get a similar walk because it is really her favorite. It’s safe for her to stick her nose into bushes and I think that the scenery dogs crave is that which appeals more to the olfactory than the visual. The scents out at the Refuge are now rather stale and few and far between. The water birds have finished nesting and are hanging out in the water more of the time, so far less goose poop. The carnivores have to work harder for a meal. The deer are seeking shade, the elk have gone to higher elevations. What a drag for Bear!!!

Meanwhile, under the category, “The Passing Parade,” when I moved to San Diego I started listening to a radio station that was all about marketing itself as rebellious alternative music. 91X. The DJ I heard the most was a British guy named Steve West. He came on the air the very moment I was driving home from teaching morning classes. I drove home, ate lunch and graded papers, his voice and playlist in the background. I liked most of the music. He introduced me to my “anthem” because it also often happened in winter that as soon as I got home I leashed the dogs and headed out for a hike. The song is Running Up that Hill by Kate Bush. I’m a radio person and throughout my life it’s been a “thing” in my life’s background.

Decades passed and Steve West moved to another radio station when 91X sold out or something. I kept listening to him. On Sunday mornings he started doing an “oldies” show comprising the music of the 1980s (oldies?? wtf?) and I listened to it even after I moved back to Colorado. He took requests and always played mine. “This is for Martha in the Back-of-Beyond!” he would say, or “For Martha freezing in Colorado!”

During this interval, he fought prostate cancer. One of the things he did on his radio show was a benefit for research. The big prize was going on air with him. In the past year or so he showed up with pancreatic cancer and lost his fight about a month ago. I didn’t know this guy yet he’d had a (pleasant) role in my life for more than 30 years. That’s a pretty long time. I was truly affected by his death as were a lot of other people who, like me, had listened to him for decades — actually I listened to him for more than half my life. His music choices influenced the music I like. Now, the station has rebuilt his very popular Sunday morning show employing an equally “seasoned” (old) DJ. It’s still good and time marches on.


17 thoughts on “Quotidian Update 42.iv.b

  1. Have you ever seen Steve West? When I see a picture of someone I “know” from radio, I often find that they don’t look like the person I imagined. Sometimes it is only then that I realize I had imagined a face to go with that voice.

  2. What is it with radio personalities? I have had many that I feel a connection with. Is it that they are in our homes everyday talking at us like old friends? It’s sad when they pass or move on.

  3. Sorry to hear that your favorite radio personality has passed. When JT (JT in the Morning) retired there was such a wailing that he agreed to fill in when the regulars took vacations… until he couldn’t.
    Glad you could take Bear to a place with lots of smells. I’m guessing she enjoys the kids too. I see no reason to go grocery shopping in person if it is a distasteful event – why torture yourself??

    • I don’t think I’ll ever go back to grocery shopping in person unless I want something very special. It alway was a pain in the butt.

  4. Sorry to hear about the death. It’s sad when these people pass from our lives. Thurs & Fri were bad days here: I heard about five deaths, one of them being a very kind older relative — one of those who kept in touch with everyone and so kept Mom’s family connected. He died in March, and I never heard. So it goes.
    Another was my doctor, fell ill suddenly in Dec, lingered a few months. I was hoping to hear he’d recovered — not read his obit.
    And that “oldies” music from the 80’s thing would get to me, too. Why, that’s 30 years newer than me!

    • Same here — 30 years doesn’t seem so long ago (except it does…).

      It’s very strange when people we know and care about die without our knowing it. It was five months before I learned about my brother. I felt as if I’d just gone on with my life even though something major had happened to it. Long story, but very strange.

        • It was very sad but not surprising and kind of the final straw that my brother never even told the hospital he had a next of kin. But he was so far gone, I don’t think he cared about anything in the normal human world any more. Life is just weird. ❀ (compared to what? πŸ˜€ )

  5. I’ve always liked radio – the surprise of not knowing what is on next. The DJ is so familiar and talking in your house or car. Like a friend almost. The oldies are the 60s maybe early 70s. But definitely 60s originally with AM listened to constantly on my transistor radio. 77WABC. I still can hear the sing song announcer.

  6. Bless Steve West! I understand the connection. I have felt that with DJ’s. And so cool he gave you a nod πŸ’š I LOVE the pic of you, Bear, and kiddos. πŸ€—

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