Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Age

Ever wonder how old I am?  Really, now --- have you ever sat down and 
just pondered?

Well, a big box of family pictures I found at my parents' might help you.

For one birthday, I received these two albums.  And my hair was decorated with a thick length of white  ropey-like-woolish-stuff.
(The red one says "The Partridge Family Album."  Geez.  I gotta lay bread crumbs out for you people.)

For Christmas one year, one glasses-wearing, POW-bracelet-sporting, hair-parted-in-the-middle-no-more-yarny-tiebacks, quilted-satin-psychadelic-robe Christmas, I got this:

Do your math.

Monday, May 21, 2012

Gut-punched over the death of Robin Gibb.  As I said earlier, the Bee Gees are my musical life.  My heart aches for Barry, the only one left.


Sunday, April 29, 2012

Just So You Know

When you're driving at 3, 4 o'clock in the morning, Otis Redding and Bill Withers are excellent company.

Saturday, March 10, 2012

Stream of Consciousness

1.  Why does ribbing take so blasted long to finish?
2.  And why do designers call for twisted rib, when you can rarely tell the difference anyway?`
3.  My girl crushes are Olivia Wilde, Sara Hess, Rachel Maddow and Rashida Jones.
4.  Why is the saying that money doesn't grow on trees?  Why not stalks?  Or stems?  Or directly out of the ground?
5.  I should start a list of the song that are in my head when I wake up each day.  Thursday, it was "Wanted, Dead or Alive."  Yesterday, "Another Saturday Night."  Today, "Horse With No Name."
6.  Still, if I have a free moment and don't have anything pressing to do, I think, "I'll call Mama."
7.  Knitting is still a chore --- I'll start a project, think things are going fine, and then find a mistake serious enough that makes me want to unravel the whole thing.  And start something else.
8.  Repeat #7.
9.  The only thing I've finished in several months is a simple garter-stitch shawl.
10.  No --- I take that back.  I got an order through hand eye for ten little cat toys.  Those I made without any problems.
11. The book I'm reading now is difficult to read, and difficult to put down.  It's infuriating: the profiteering, the lying, the disdain for decency that went on in Iraq.
12.  I'm still not looking for a job.  Or, at least, not scouring all the newspapers and websites like I had been.  My psychiatrist has added another drug to my daily intake, and he and I have tentatively --- very tentatively --- begun dancing around the idea of electroconvulsive therapy.
13.  But I have decided to try and get involved in some volunteer work around here.  It would get me out of the house, give me some sense of purpose, and give me new people to talk to.  I've only recently sent in the e-mail expressing interest, so I don't know where that might go.
14.  I so desperately need to go back to Nashville and check on the house, but I feel like I can't face it.
15.  Today is my 28th wedding anniversary.  I have been a widow for exactly the same amount of time I was a wife.


Absolutely Nothing

    (This would be me.)